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Rehead. "Don't you let them worry you, my son. They can't help but
respect your manliness. Indeed," she added, growing strangely bold for
one so gentle, "must a man be a merchant whether he will or not? And
whenever you want to write about poor women, you do it. They are
mistreated; they are made wretched, and by just such men as Brooks, too.
What does he care for a woman's misery? And your father's so blind that
he doesn't see it. But I see it. And I oughtn't to say it, but I
will--he has the impudence to tell your father that I give too much
money to the poor. It's none of his business, I'm sure." There was a
peculiar softness in Henry's voice when he replied: "I hope some time to
catch him interfering with your affairs." "Oh, but you mustn't say a
word, my son--not a word; and I don't want your father to know that I
have said anything." "He shall not know, but I hope some time to catch
Brooks interfering with your affairs. He has meddled with mine, but I
can forgive that." Henry walked up and down the room when Mrs.
Witherspoon and Ellen were gone. With a mother's love, that gentle woman
had found a mother's place in his heart. He looked at the rocking-chair.
Suddenly he seized hold of the mantelpiece to steady himself. He had
caught himself seriously wondering if she had rocked him years ago.
CHAPTER XVIII. THE INVESTMENT. It seemed to Henry that he had just dozed
off to sleep when he was startled by a loud knock at the door. "Henry,
Henry!" It was Witherspoon's voice. "Yes." "Get up, quick! Old man
Colton is murdered." When he went down-stairs he found the household in
confusion. Every one on the place had been aroused. The servants were
whispering in the hall. Witherspoon was waiting for him. "A messenger
has just brought the news. Come, we must go over there. The carriage is
waiting." It was two o'clock. A fierce and cutting wind swept across the
lake--the icy breath of a dying year. Not a word was spoken as the
carriage sped along. At the door of Colton's home Witherspoon and H