He bent
to Richard's ear.
"Things look different," he whispered succinctly. At the slight
sibilance of the whisper the old man opened his eyes again. His glance
travelled up the distinguished physician's body to his face. He smiled
in quite his own whimsical way.
"Fooled even a noted person like you, did I, Winston?" he chuckled
feebly. "Just because I chose to go to sleep and didn't fidget round
much you thought I'd got my quietus, did you?"
"I think you're a pretty vigorous personality," responded the physician,
"and I'm quite willing to be fooled by you. Now I want you to take a
little nourishment and go to sleep again. If you think so much of this
young man of yours you can have him again in an hour, but I'm going to
send him away now. You see, he's been sitting right there all night."
Matthew Kendrick's eyes rested fondly again upon Richard's smiling face.
"You rascal!" he sighed. "You always did give me trouble about being up
o' nights!"
* * * * *
Richard Kendrick ran downstairs three steps at a bound. At the bottom he
met Judge Calvin Gray. He seized the hand of his grandfather's old-time
friend and wrung it.
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