"That puts a different face on it."
He eyed the minister steadily.
"I'll be hanged if I can make you out, Elliot," he said at last. "You
can't blame me for thinking-- Why did you come here this afternoon,
anyway?"
A sudden belated glimmer of comprehension dawned upon the minister.
"Are you in love with Miss Orr?" he parried.
"None of your damned business!"
"I was hoping you were," the minister said quietly. "She needs a
friend--one who will stand close, just now."
"Do you mean--?"
"I am going to marry Fanny."
"The devil you are!"
The minister smiled and held out his hand.
"We may as well be friends, Jim," he said coolly, "seeing we're to be
brothers."
The young man turned on his heel.
"I'll have to think that proposition over," he growled. "It's a bit
too sudden--for me."
Without another glance in the direction of the minister he marched
toward the house. Fanny was laying the table, a radiant color in her
face. A single glance told her brother that she was happy. He threw
himself into a chair by the window.
"Where's mother?" he asked presently, pretending to ignore the
excited flutter of the girl's hands as she set a plate of bread on
the table.
"She hasn't come back from the village yet," warbled Fanny. She
couldn't keep the joy in her soul from singing.
"Guess I'll eat my supper and get out. I don't want to hear a word of
gossip."
Fanny glanced up, faltered, then ran around the table and threw her
arms about Jim's neck.
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