started out in life with bright prospects, but through a series of misfortunes over which he had no control, his little fortune had been very much reduced and his health greatly impaired. [15] His doctor advised him to go into the country and engage in open air work as much as possible. He cautioned him above all else to avoid the occasions of excitement. The medical man assured him that his heart was weak, and that it would not stand any severe or unusual strain. Mr. Harkins examined various properties in the vicinity of the city, and finally decided upon the neat little place at Cleverly. It contained a garden and was within a reasonable distance of the city whence Mr. Harkins’ employment called him several times a week. In the meantime he cultivated the garden, and by dint of close economy managed to make both ends meet. Mr. Harkins was engaged in looking over some papers when Herbert entered the room. He laid them down immediately and turned to the boy with a look in which affection and reproach were mingled. “Herbert, I hear bad reports about you.” “I’m sorry for that, father,” was the response, “because I don’t believe I deserve them.” Mr. Harkins glanced at Herbert keenly, and the[16] look which he received in return seemed to satisfy him, for he said: [16] “Tell me in your own way all about this quarrel—give me all the details, and do not attempt to hide anything.” Herbert told everything clearly and quickly. As he concluded his father nodded his head as if to indicate that he understood and then sighed deeply. Herbert noticed this, and said with trembling voice: “You believe me, don’t you?” “I do.” “Don’t you think I did right?” “I do.” “But why are you so sad?” “Because I regret this thing very much—because I am sorry you quarreled with Arthur Black.”
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