'
And so she did; and no old Roman in all the glory of a Triumph carried a
prouder heart than I, as I bore her and her little one from the train to
Graeme's carriage, crying--
'I've got her.'
But his was the better sense, for he stood waving his hat and shouting--
'He's all right,' at which Mrs. Mavor grew white; but when she shook
hands with him, the red was in her cheek again.
'It was the cable did it,' went on Graeme. 'Connor's a great doctor! His
first case will make him famous. Good prescription--after mountain fever
try a cablegram!' And the red grew deeper in the beautiful face beside
us.
Never did the country look so lovely. The woods were in their gayest
autumn dress; the brown fields were bathed in a purple haze; the air was
sweet and fresh with a suspicion of the coming frosts of winter. But
in spite of all the road seemed long, and it was as if hours had gone
before our eyes fell upon the white manse standing among the golden
leaves.
'Let them go,' I cried, as Graeme paused to take in the view, and down
the sloping dusty road we flew on the dead run.
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