As I gazed after his
retreating form I could not fail to mark the change which a year had
wrought in his appearance. His step was far less brisk than formerly,
his hair was fast turning gray, and I fancied that his countenance wore
even a more unhappy and discontented look than usual. I was then too
young to understand what I have since known that his dissatisfied
expression was caused by his having failed to find happiness in the
possession of worldly wealth, and as yet he had not learned to seek
happiness from any other source.
The time soon came when we must bid a reluctant adieu to our friends
at Elmwood. It was decided that I was to spend another year at Fulton.
Charley Gray was to return to his studies for an indefinite time, and
sad enough we all felt when the morning of our separation came. The
steam-cars soon bore us from the pleasant village of Elmwood where we
had spent six happy weeks. Aunt Lucinda allowed that she felt herself
ten years younger than before she left home and declared her intention
of accompanying me on my next visit to my mother.
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