'"
Donald looked at him and laughed. Here was evidently a fellow sinner.
"So you've straightened up, have you? How does it feel?"
Mr. Flathers cast a sidelong glance upward as if to size up the
handsome young gentleman on horseback.
"Mighty depressin'," he confessed, "with a thirst that's been
accumulatin' for weeks and weeks, and a sick wife, and a adobted child
that ain't spoke a word for seven years. But I'm restin' on the Lord.
He well pervide."
"Oh, you'll get along!" said Don, feeling uncommonly lenient toward
his fellow men. "Here's a dollar if that will help you out a bit."
"It will," said Mr. Flathers reassuringly; "it undoubtedly will. I got
much to be thankful for, I know that. Fer instance I never was a poor
relation! That's more than lots of men kin say! The fact are, there
ain't airy one in my whole family connection what's got any more 'n I
have!"
The shower that had been threatening began now in earnest, and Donald
started toward town at a brisk canter, but before he had gone two
squares the rain was driving in sheets across the street, and he was
obliged to dismount and seek shelter in the doorway of an isolated
building that stood at the end of the common.
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