He often amused me by
relating incidents of his childhood, and in my turn I talked freely to
him of my distant home and friends.
If Charley Gray left home two years ago in a fit of the sulks, it did
not interfere with our correspondence which had been sustained regularly
on both sides. It was now nearly three years since we had met, and I
looked forward eagerly to our expected meeting, for he was to spend the
holidays at home. When I reached my native village, Charley was the first
to welcome me, having begged the privilege of driving to the depot to
meet me. He had changed much during the two past years. He had grown
tall and manly looking, and a glance at his broad full brow at once told
one that he possessed a powerful intellect; but he was pale and thin
from close application to study, for from a mere boy Charley was a hard
student. As we rode homeward we had much to tell of what had taken place
since our last meeting. I received a joyous welcome from my mother and
sister, and with a feeling of pride I placed in my mother's hand a
considerable sum of money which I had saved carefully for her use,
hoping it might enable her to live without the unceasing toil which had
been her lot for several years.
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