TO HIM WHO WAITS
“Well, sah,” said the servitor, “dey is having de reg’lar Thursday-evenin’ dance in de casino. And in de grill-room dere’s a beefsteak dinner, sah.”
The hermit glanced up at the inn on the hillside whence burst suddenly a triumphant strain of splendid harmony.
“And up there,” said he, “they are playing Mendelssohn—what is going on up there?”
“Up in de inn,” said the dusky one, “dey is a weddin’ goin’ on. Mr. Binkley, a mighty rich man, am marryin’ Miss Trenholme, sah—de young lady who am quite de belle of de place, sah.”
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