"And what will I do with Todd?"

The darky's eyes had been rolling round in his head as the talk
continued, Pawson, knowing how leaky he was, having told him nothing of
the impending calamity for fear he would break it to his master in the
wrong way.

"I should say take him with you," came the positive answer.

"Take him with me! You didn't think I would be separated from him, did
you?" cried St. George, indignantly, the first note of positive anger he
had yet shown.

"I didn't think anything about it, sir," and he looked at Todd
apologetically.

"Well, after this please remember, Mr. Pawson, that where I go Todd
goes."

The darky leaned forward as if to seize St. George's hand; his eyes
filled and his lips began to tremble. He would rather have died than
have left his master.

St. George walked to the door, threw it open, and stood for an instant,
his eyes fixed on the bare trees in the park. He turned and faced the
two again:

"Todd!"

"Yes, Marse George--" Two hot ragged tears still lingered on the darky's
eyelids.

"To-day is Monday, is it not?--and to-morrow is boat day?"

"Yes, Marse George," came the trembling answer.

"All right, Pawson, I'll go. Let Talbot Rutter have the rest--he's
welcome to it. Now for my cloak, Todd--so--and my neckerchief and cane.
Thank you very much, Pawson. You have been very kind about it all, and
I know quite well what it has cost you to tell me this. You can't
help--neither can I--neither, for that matter, can Gorsuch--nor is
it his fault. It is Rutter's, and he will one day get his reckoning.
Good-night--don't sit up too late. I am going to Mr. Horn's to spend
the evening. Walk along with me through the Park, Todd, so I can talk
to you. And, Todd," he continued when they had entered the path and were
bending their steps to the Horn house, "I want you to gather together
to-morrow what are left of my clothes and pack them in one of those
hair trunks upstairs--and your own things in another. Never mind about
waiting for the wash. I'm going down to Aunt Jemima's myself in the
morning and will fix it so she can send the rest to me later on. I owe
her a small balance and must see her once more before I leave. Now go
home and get to bed; you have been losing too much sleep of late."

And yet he was not cast down, nor did his courage fail him. Long before
the darky's obedient figure had disappeared his natural buoyancy had
again asserted itself--or perhaps the philosophy