Children's stories; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Christmas -- Juvenile fiction
"You two will like to walk to the Court," said Norman, after the first
hand-shakings and congratulations were over. "Parks will see to the
luggage, and I want a word with the station-master."
Stephen and I gladly obeyed, and left the station together. Norman
turned to Frith, and in his frank way, said—
"I owe you an apology for having meddled with the mail-bag. I was
wrong, and you were right; shake hands and receive my pledge never to
repeat the offence. Here is the letter I took. Examine the date—the
contents, if you like-and satisfy yourself that I took only my own
property."
Norman's apology, his friendly manner, and bright, happy face, drove
away all bitter feeling from Frith's mind. He would have liked to grasp
the hand so frankly offered, but held back, knowing what he had written
to head-quarters about the raid on the letter-bag.
"Surely you bear no malice, Frith," said Norman. "I own I was wrong,
and I think all the more of you for fearlessly doing your duty and
rebuking me."
"It is not that, sir. I had a duty to perform—"
"Yes, yes; and you did it. No need for another word."
"But you are not, perhaps, aware that I felt compelled to report what
had passed. My letter must have reached head-quarters by this time, and
there will be an inquiry."
"Do you think the knowledge that you have reported me makes me less
anxious to shake hands with you, Frith? Not a bit of it."
Again Norman extended his hand, and Frith grasped it, feeling the
while woefully concerned at the trouble which was hanging over the
kindhearted but impetuous young squire.
"There, now; that is done with, and I do not mind telling you why I was
so eager to get hold of the letter, to which I so improperly helped
myself this morning. You are a young man, and have just won a good and
pretty wife, so you will be pleased to know that we shall soon have a
double wedding at the Court. At Overford we are very clannish—something
like one great family, and we talk over probable social changes very
freely, without troubling ourselves about little differences in means
and position. You are not Overford born, but you can claim affinity
through your wife, and I am sure will sympathize with us in our happy
prospects."
Poor Frith looked rueful enough as he stammered out his
congratulations, then added, "I have something to confess and to
regret. I was very angry when I wrote that report."
"And did not try to soften matters. I am hasty myself, and can quite
understand how you felt when I defied you. What shall I get, Frith—a
stern reprimand, or have to pay heavily in coin of the realm?"
"Neither, sir, I am afraid. I hope the actual penalty incurred may not
be enforced."
"Well, good night; I must await my punishment with what patience I may.
I hope it may be a sentence to matrimony in a fortnight instead of a
month."
And Norman started homeward feeling as light-hearted and happy as
possible.
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