The Argosy — page 34: what you’re looking at

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In the Dead of Night. 21 with a career still before them; for pushing, striving men of the world, such reading was a sheer waste of valuable time. But let Tom Bristow be as worldly-minded as he might be, Lionel Dering could not help liking him, and it was with sincere regret he saw the day drawing near when he and his new-found friend must part. With all Tom’s worldly shrewdness and keen love of money getting, there was arate unselfishness about him; and it was probably this fine trait of character, so rare ina man of his calibre, that drew Lionel so closely to him. As for Tom, he had never met with anyone before whose character interested him so profoundly as did that of Dering. Out of that interest grew a liking almost brotherly in its warmth for the strange young hermit of Gatehouse Farm. When the day came for these two men to part, they felt as if they had known each other for years. At the last moment they shook hands without a word. ‘Tears stood in Tom’s eyes. Lionel would not trust himself to speak for fear of breaking down. One long last grip, then the horses sprang forward, and Tom was gone. Lionel turned slowly indoors, feeling more lonely and sad at heart than he had done since the day his darling Edith was lost to him for ever. Goars ees VY. GOLDEN TIDINGS. Days and weeks passed over before the feeling of loneliness caused by Tom’s departure from Gatehouse Farm quite wore itself away—before Lionel got thoroughly back into his old contented frame of mind, and felt again in the daily routine of his quiet homely life that simple satis- faction which had been his before the night of the storm. But as the lengthening days of autumn deepened slowly onward towards Christ- mas, the restlessness and gloom that had shrouded his life of late began to vanish little by little, so that, by-and-by, as Mrs. Bevis joy- fully told her husband, ‘“ Master was beginning to get quite like his old self again.” The farm preparations for winter were all made. Lionel, looking forward to a long period of leisure, had decided to begin the study of Italian. He had been into Melcham to buy the necessary books, and got back home just as candles were being lighted, On the table he found two letters which had arrived by the afternoon post. One of the two was deeply bordered with black ; the other he recognized at once as being from Tom Bristow. He opened Tom’s letter first. In a few hurried lines Tom told Lionel how he had been laid up again from a severe cold which had settled on his chest, and how the doctors had ordered that he should start at once for Algeria with a view of wintering there. He wrote rather dolefully, as one whose business concerns would be altogether disarranged by this imperious mandate, -hici, nevertheless, he dare not disobey. ‘I hope to come back next COMICOOOKS.EO