From a Bench in Our Square by Samuel Hopkins Adams
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found him, as I rather expected, on the bench where he had sat when
Mayme McCartney first found him. And when the crowd had departed from the studio, I told the girl. Without even stopping to put on her hat she went out to him. He was sitting with his elbows on his knees and his fists supporting his cheekbones. But this time he was not weeping. He was thinking. Just as of old she put a hand on his humped shoulder. Startled, he looked up, and jumped to his feet. She was holding something out to him. "What's that?" he said. "A check. For what I owe you." "Who told you? The Little Red Doctor promised--" "He's kept his promise. The Dominie told me." "Oh! I suppose," he said slowly, "I've got to take this. You wouldn't--no, of course you wouldn't," he sighed. "I've tried to keep strict account," she said. David adopted a matter-of-fact tone. "I can't deny that it'll come in handy, just now," he remarked. "At the present price of clothing, and with my personal exchequer in its depleted state--" "Why," she broke in, "has anything happened? Your mother--?" "Cut off," said David briefly. |
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