“I never would have got out of it if it hadn't been by pure accident,”
Walton said. “The office of the hotel was a sort of meeting-place for
the young men of the town of an evening, and there was a little smoking
and writing room off of it. I was sitting there on the third evening,
and the office was thronged with young chaps. Some sort of entertainment
was on hand at the opera-house across the street, for a band was playing
outside, and the young men in their best outfits were smoking and
chatting in the office, when who should I see come in but Fred. He came
in at the front door in a swallowtail suit with a light overcoat on his
arm, and I tell you the crowd all made way for him. Toby, I am an old
man; I've been through the rubs; I've seen near and dear comrades
shot down at my side on the field of battle; I have had all sorts of
experiences; but the sight of my boy there looking so much older and
more dignified than when I last saw him--a sort of king among his
kind--with this one and that one giving him the glad hand, and hailing
him right and left with words and smiles of welcome while I was slinking
off there--well, Toby, I don't want to live that over again; I don't;
as God is my Creator, I don't! I sat there watching him through the door
like--well, you'll have to imagine it, and draw your own conclusions; I
can't tell you how I felt. I was dumb; I was speechless. It was like
a double nightmare. I haven't shed enough tears in my life to drown a
gnat, but I wanted to cry good and hearty then.”
“And you met him--I know you did,” Toby broke in. “I see it in your
face.”
“Yes, as luck would have it, by accident; he left the others and come
right into the room, and I saw that he'd recognized me, for he turned
pale as death, and stopped in front of me. Then I saw him steady
himself, and a pitiful, resigned look come over him. If I live through
eternity, I'll never forget his first words. What do you think he said?”
“I can't imagine, Mr. Walton.”
“Toby, he said this--he said this, and the words will haunt me to my
grave. They will go with me into the very depths of my last abode. He
said: 'Oh, father, you have caught me! You have come to take me back!
Well, I am ready!'
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