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Bacheller, Irving, 1859-1950

"Darrel of the Blessed Isles"

Tearing
it open, he found to his great surprise a brief note and a roll of
money. "Herein is a gift for Mr. Sidney Trove," said the note.
"The gift is from a friend unknown, who prays God that wisdom may
go with it, so it prove a blessing to both."
Trove counted the money carefully. There were $3000 in bank bills.
He sat a moment, thinking; then he rose, and began searching for
tracks around the shanty. He found none, however, in the dead
leaves which he could distinguish from those of Tunk and himself.
"It must be from my father," said he,--a thought that troubled him
deeply, for it seemed to bring ill news--that his father would
never make himself known.
"He must have seen me last night," Trove went on. "He must even
have been near me--so near he could have touched me with his hand.
If I had only wakened!"
He put the money in his pocket and made ready to go. He would
leave at once in quest of Darrel and take counsel of him. It was
early, and he could see the first light of the sun, high in the
tall towers of hemlock. The forest rang with bird songs. He went
to the brook near by, and drank of its clear, cold water, and
bathed in it. Then he walked slowly to Robin's Inn, where Mrs.


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