and there is something that looks very much like: 'to get even with that old schemer, Gasper Farrington.'"
The widow started violently.
"Why, Ralph!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, mother. We may never know more than this. It is all a strange proceeding, but if that poor fellow out yonder could tell all he knows, I believe it would surprise and enlighten us very much, and in a way greatly for our benefit."
"Then we must wait with patience, and hope with courage," said Mrs. Fairbanks calmly.
Ralph felt all that he said. He could not get the letter out of his mind that evening.
They fitted up a little spare room off the dining room for their guest. He went quietly to bed when they led him there, after enjoying a good, supper, never speaking a word, never smiling, but with a pleased nod betokening that he appreciated every little kindness they showed him.
The next morning Ralph Fairbanks went to work at the roundhouse.
