When Halloway went on to other subjects I
was so busy picturin' the last moments of that closin' life, stuck there
in the fly-paper, I couldn't listen to him. But there's no use dwellin' on
a sorrow we can't help. Look at the moon; it's full enough to cheer us
up." They had emerged from the court-house and paused on the street as the
stream of townsfolk divided and passed by them to take different routes
leading from the Square. Not far away, some people were getting into a
buckboard. Fisbee and Miss Sherwood were already on the rear seat.
"Who's with him, to-night, Mr. Fisbee?" asked Judge Briscoe in a low
voice.
"No one. He is going directly to the office. To-morrow is Thursday, one of
our days of publication."
"Oh, then it's all right. Climb in, Minnie, we're waiting for you." The
judge offered his hand to his daughter.
"In a moment, father," she answered. "I'm going to ask him to call," she
said to the other girl.
"But won't he--"
Miss Briscoe laughed. "He never comes to see me!" She walked over to where
Martin and the young man were looking up at the moon, and addressed the
journalist.
"I've been trying to get a chance to speak to you for a week," she said,
offering him her hand; "I wanted to tell you I had a friend coming to
visit me Won't you come to see us? She's here."
The young man bowed.
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