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telegram had NOT arrived. naa ooroIsky
failed, after all?
Then it came.
The message was placed in my hands
by one of the men, tore the envelope
open and read
vseo blagopoluchno tAn well)
BoRoFsKY.
And with the document rushed to
my mother.
t'It's all right, dearest, ;" blurted
"Borofsky has got him. Tomorrow
evening dad will dine with usl''
think we cried together over that
telegram-tears of pure relief and rest
from anxiety
This was the happiest afternoon and
evening we had spent for two months
True, tomerrow's meeting would be
painful no doubt; but, oh. the differ
ence to have father with us, i'll though
he might be, rather than to think of
him as a poor lost soul alone in London
helpless and friendless and demented
thought the evening of that
Wednesday would never come How
slowly the wingless moments crawledl
We prepared everything for fathers
comfort; we made his rooms look as in
viting as loving hands could render
them; we adorned them with flowers
and pretty hangings and photographs;
we spent hours in doing all this, and
yet the time would not move on quick
ly enough for u.s.
The train was due at or about the
dinner hour, and Percy and l were at
the station half an hour before time.
Now that the supreme moment had
arrived 1 felt unaccountably nervous
and somewhat depressed Percy rallied
me upon my foolishness.
why, hang it, old man. he said,
'sthis ought to be one of the happiest
moments of your lifel"
$50 it is. murmured 81 am aw-
fully happy But don't know what it
isl feel as though even now father
will disappoint us somehow, as though
all this were not a reality. What if
this man should turn out to be not fa-
ther after all. but
"Oh. rotl' said Percy rudely. Lets
| talk of something else. If you get think
ing that kind of thing, you'll force
yourself to believe that he ism he. even
! when you see him with your own eyes.
'sOh, mol l shall know father. l
murmured, eff he really comes. y
"Of course he'll really come, said
/ Percy. "Whom do you expectf Come
t.now, don t be an old ass. Boris. Your
nerves are playing old Harry with you. !
Then, almost as we spoke, the train
came grooming and creaking in. 1t
| pulled up, and the passengers began to
get out and walk on the platform, and
the usual crowd formed,
In the crowd. as we went to and fro
looking for our travellers, saw sud
denly Borofsky and another.
At the first glance thought it was
my father, and my heart gavea great
bound for JOY Then l looked closer,
and
"Percy, l Whispered -"Percy, 70,
the love of heaven, tell Borofsky
: s'Well, tell him what? Where is he
Do you see them3 What's up. ole
MANI said Percy
"Tell Borofsky to wait. I must gel
home and prepare my mother Tell hin
come behind these boxes so that they
don't see us-tell him it ism father
Percy. I'd swear with my last breath
it isn't. +"
Good heavens, mani" began Percy
"See if you can avoid bringing hin
home at all, continued. "But in an,