"
A neighbor who went to Thompsonville the following day with a load of
hogs for shipment, posted the letter. And, in due time, another neighbor
brought the answer. Betty Jo would come.
It was the day following the evening when Brian wrote the last page of
his book that another letter came to Auntie Sue,--a letter which, for
the second time, very nearly wrecked Brian Kent's world.
CHAPTER XIII.
JUDY TO THE RESCUE.
Brian was working in the garden. It was early in the afternoon, and the
man, as he worked in the freshly ploughed ground, was rejoicing at the
completion of his book.
Straightening up from his labor, he drew a deep breath of the fragrant
air. About him on every side, and far away into the blue distance, the
world was dressed in the gala dress of the season. The river, which at
the breaking of the winter had been a yellow flood that washed the top
of the bank in front of the house and covered the bottom-lands on the
opposite side, was again its normal self, and its voice to him, now, was
a singing voice of triumphal gladness.
For Brian, too, the world was new, and fresh, and beautiful. The world
of his winter was gone. He had found himself in his work, and in the
glorious consciousness of the fact he felt like shouting with sheer joy
of living.
"And Auntie Sue, dear Auntie Sue," he thought, looking with love in
his eyes toward the house, how wonderful she had been in her helpful
understanding and never-failing faith in him.
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