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CHAPTER XIII
THE SALE
We will forsake David Jenison for the time being. He is well started
on his journey to the home of his forefathers, where complete
restoration and the newspaper reporters await him. Let the imagination
picture the welcome he is to receive; if possible, let it also
describe the attitude of the community which had hunted him with dogs
and deadly weapons, but which now stood ready to cast itself without
reserve at the feet of the boy who had been so cruelly wronged.
Picture Mr. Blake's disgust at learning from David's own lips how he
had been outwitted by the circus people, and contrast it with his
sincere relief in contemplation of the fact that he had not captured
the boy in those days of prejudice.
We leave all these details to the generous intelligence of the reader,
for he knows that the heir to Jenison Hall has come unto his own
again; and he also knows that in spite of all that can be done to make
life bright and cheerful for David, there is still a shadow in the
background that turns the world into a bleak and desolate waste for
him.
Two weeks passed over his head before he was able to turn away from
the bewildering mass of legal requirements and look once more to the
West, whither his heart was forever journeying.
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