There was a
new look about him--a look of responsibility, of efficiency, of clear-
headed knowledge.
The two clasped hands--a firm, sincere, understanding grip.
Buck spoke first. "It's good to see you. We were talking of you as you
came in. You know Mr. Beggs, of course. He has some things to tell
you--and so have I. His will be business things, mine will be
personal. I got there before father passed away--thank God! But he
couldn't speak. He'd anticipated that with his clear-headedness, and
he'd written what he wanted to say. A great deal of it was about you.
I want you to read that letter later."
"I shall consider it a privilege," said Emma McChesney.
Mr. Beggs waved her toward a chair. She took it in silence. She heard
him in silence, his sonorous voice beating upon her brain.
"There are a great many papers and much business detail, but that will
be attended to later," began Beggs ponderously. "You are to be
congratulated on the position of esteem and trust which you held in
the mind of your late employer.
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