"
"Too far for a tired man to go on foot," said the master of the
house, kindly, "so it's no use talking about it, mother; we must
give him a bed."
So unobtrusively that I scarce noticed the movement, the girl had
drawn to her mother's side. What she said to her I did not hear,
for the brief words were uttered in a low voice; but I noticed,
as she spoke, one small; fair hand rested on the woman's hand.
Was there magic in that touch? The woman's repulsive aspect
changed into one of kindly welcome, and she said: "Yes, it's a
long way to G----. I guess we can find a place for him."
Many times more during that evening, did I observe the magic
power of that hand and voice--the one gentle yet potent as the
other. On the next morning, breakfast being over, I was preparing
to take my departure when my host informed me that if I would
wait for half an hour he would give me a ride in his wagon to G--
--, as business required him to go there. I was very well pleased
to accept of the invitation.
In due time the farmer's wagon was driven into the road before
the house, and I was invited to get in.
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