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youth. , Jenny and Prank that yras.
the absorbing problem." When we
heard she was going, nothing could
have restrained us.
It seemed endless, that waiting, but
at last the train steamed in. Jim and
his wife were-in the front carriage.
He jumped down like a boy, and
swung a pretty, buxom lady to her
feet, and stood staring a the crowd.
Then he gave a whoop and stretched
out his hand to the mayor.
"My, but I'm glad to see you!" he
yelled. . -"Don't tell me you're not
Pete Williams red-headed Pete who
used to go fishing with me? Address
of welcome? What, Mayor Pete!
Mayor? And Doctor Williams! Catch
Then he presented Doc to his wife,
and soon we were all thronging round
the couple and giving them the best
welcome in Merivale. And Jenny!
Jenny was blushing like a schoolgirl.
And, before anybody" knew what was
happening, Jenny had kissed Frank,
and Frank had kissed her; and Jenny
had kissed Mrs. Frank, and Mrs.
Prank had kissed her, too..
We were all so excited about this
that nobody noticed the thin, tired
looking man with the closely cropped
hair who had got out of the same
coach, and now stood behind Frank
Stockleigh, his eyes roaming restless
ly about until they lit on Jenny's. But
suddenly Jenny sprang forward, and
in a moment the thin man had her in
his arms, and she was crying upon
his shoulder, and then they began
kissing each other right in front of
There was a sort of universal gasp
of stupefaction. Frank Stockleigh
cleared his throat and then he
wasn't looking at the crowd any
more, but only at Jenny Walsh and
the thin man, who was still hugging
The gasp was succeeded by a
breathless silence. Then Mayor Wil
liams peered hard into the thin man's
face, and suddenly he cried:
"Jim Furber, as I am alive!"
He spun round, and Jenny, too, and
she was looking at us "with a kind of
gentle defiance in her eyes; and they
were holding each other's hands.
"Why, I thought you were I
thought you were ," stammered Doc
Williams, and that was as far as he
could get. He couldn't exactly tell
him he thought he was in prison; and
yet the surprise of Jim's reappear
ance, and his appearance in Frank's
company, made the mayor .forget
"yes, I was," answered Jim, look
ing at him vfith the blinking'gaze of
a man who hasn't ben in the free
air as much as he should have been.
"I was in the penitentiary eight years.
And he. broke off in a sort of chok
ing sob, and Jenny linked her arm
through his. And then, fpr 'once,
Mayor Williams did the right thing.
"Jim, you and Mr. and Mrs. Stock
leigh are going to be my guests at
dinner," he said. "So come along all
of you straight up to the house. And
you.T of course, Miss" Jenny," he con
tinuedi But it was not until the dinner was
over that the mystery was explained,
and it was Frank Stockleigh who
cleared it up.
"Friends," he began, and there was
something in his tone which checked
teh air of Jollity, "I am bringing; back
to you not only my wife" -here he
bowed toward her "but also your
fellow-citizen, Mr. Furber. You prob
ably know the satd circumstances
connected with hjs disappearance.
Let me say that after eight years'
imprisonment his innocence hasjbeen
proved by the confession of a dying
man. By his own desire, Mr. Furber
has preferred to remain under a '
stigma rather than drag the name of
the dead man's relatives into pub
licity. You cannot give him back
those eight years, but you can take
him into your hearts "
In a moment every man there, and
every woman, too, was crowding
around Jim, shaking his hand, and, I
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