Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1905-09-06
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Train Number Three, the Western
Flyer, was late, as Kent had predicted
just how late the operator could not
tell; and pending the chalking-up OF
its arriving time on the bulletin board,
the two men sat on an empty baggage
truck and smoked in companionable ST.
lence. !" 3d.
While they waited, Loring's thoughts
were busy with many things, friendly
solicitude for the exile serving as the
point Of departure. He knew what q
handfast friend might know: how Kent
had finished his postgraduate course
In the law and had succeeded to his
fathers small practice in the New
Hampshire county town where he was
born and bred. Also. he knew how
kent's friends, college friends who
knew his gifts and ability. had depre-
Gated the burial: and he himself had
been curious enough to pay Kent q
visit to spy out the reason why. On
their first evening together in the
stuffy little law Office which had been
his fathers. Kent had made a clean
breast OF it: there was young w0-
man in the case. and promise passed
before Kent had gone to college, She
was farmers daughter, with no no.
ton for q change of environment;
wherefore she had determined Kent's
career and the scene of it, laying it's
lines in the narrow field Of her own
choosing.
Later, as Loring knew, the senti-
mental anchor had dragged until it
was hopelessly holding ground. The
young woman had laid the blame at
the door Of the university, had given
Kent bad half-year of fault-finding
and -ecrimination, and had finally
made an end of the matter by bestow-
ing her dowry of hillside acres on the
son of a neighboring farmer.
Thereafter Kent had Stagnated quiz
city living with simple rfgor the life
he had marked out for himself; thank
ful at heart, Loring had suspected, for
the timely Intervention of the farmers
son, but holding himself we'll in hand
against repetition of the sentiment
tai otfense. All this until the opening
of the summer hotel at the foot of
Old Croydon, and the coming of Elinor
Brentwood.
No one knew just how much. Miss
Brentwood had to do with the long
delayed awakening of David Kent;
but In Lorins's forecastinss she en-
joyed the full benefit OF the doubt.
From tramping the hills alone, or
whipping the streams for brook trout,
David had taken to spending his after,
Moons with lover-like regularity at the
Croydon Inn; and at the end of the
season had electrified the sleepy home
town by declaring his intention to so
west and grow up with the country.
In Loring's setting-forth Of the awak-
ening, the motive was not far to seek.
Miss Brentwood was ambitious, and If
her interest in Kent had been only
casual she would not have been likely
to point him to the wider battlefield.
Again, apart from his modest patri-
mony, Kent had only his profession
The Brentwoods were not rich, as
riches measured in millions; but they
lived in their own house in the Back
Bay wilderness, moved in Boston's
older substantial circle, and, In q world
where success, economic or other, is in
some sort the touchstone, were many
social planes above country lawyer.
Loring knew kent's fierce poverty
pride-none better. Hence, he was at
no loss to account for the exile's fight
afield, or for his unhopeful present at
titude. Meaning to win trophies to lay
at Miss Brentwood's feet, the present
stage of the rough joust with Fortune
found him endorsed, unweaponed and
rolling in the dust of the lists
Loring chewed his cigar ref1ectively,
wishing his companion would open
the way to free speech on the subject
presumably nearest his heart. He had
a word of comfort, negative comfort
to offer, but it might not be said until
Kent should give him leave by taking
the initiative. Kent broke silence at
last. but the prompting was nothing
more pertinent that the chalking-up
of the delayed trains time
IAN hour and twenty minutes: that
: means any time after nine O'Clock.
~ I'm honestly sorry for you, Grantham
sorry for anyone who has to stay
in this charnel-house of town ten
minutes after he's through. What
will you do with YOURSELF" T.
4Loring got up, looked at his watch.
and made suggestion, hoping that
Kent would fall in with it,.
Il don't know. Shall We go back to
your rooms and sit awhile?''
The exile's eyes gloomed suddenly.
% Not unless you insist upon it. We
4 should get back among the relics and
would bore you. I'm not the man
you used to know. Grantham."
]. MOI" said Lorinz. II sha'n't be
hypocritical enough to contradict you.
/. Nevertheless, you are my host. It is
for You to say what you will do with
{ me until train time -. H..
We can kill an hour at the rally,
II you like. : You have seen the street
parade and heard the band play: 1t
B IS only fair that you should see the
!: menagerie on exhibition !. 4.
1oring found his matchbox !. and
H made fresh light for his cigar. ECHO. &
TITS pretty evident that you and
'next-G Governor Bucks are on opposite
sides Of the political fence" he OBJ
b served. -. Is. n: s- Mar a.
I'VE are. I should think good bit
less Of myself than I do-and that's