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 isa 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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