All his future plans seemed to depend
on the way Dexie treated him, and he waited her coming, uplifted sometimes
by hope, but more often depressed by fear, and with a restlessness that
made him almost irritable at times. He insisted on filling his usual place
in the store, glad enough to keep his mind occupied and his thoughts away
from himself.
At last one morning the telegraph messenger knocked at the door, and
brought the welcome message.
A broad smile passed over Mr. Gurney's face as he read the telegram, and he
handed it to his wife, saying:
"Dexie sent that telegram or wrote it, or I'm very much mistaken."
Whereupon Hugh was very anxious to read it, and to his great delight Mrs.
Gurney passed it over to him, and this is what he read:
"Kill the prodigal; the fatted calves are on the way."
For the first time in many weeks, Hugh burst into a hearty laugh, and he
read the words over until he could almost fancy he heard Dexie's laughing
voice beside him.
"Well, that message may have seemed incomprehensible to the transmitter of
it, but it tells us a long story," said Mrs. Gurney, a smile lighting up
her face.
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