"My friends," he said, "I hope you will not feel distrustful of
me, when I freely acknowledge to you that imperative reasons
compel me for a time to appear under a name not my own. Chloe and
I are old acquaintances, but I must request her to keep secret
for a time her past knowledge concerning me. I think," he added
with a smile, "that she would have nothing to say that would
damage me. Some time you shall know all. Are you satisfied?"
"Quite so," said Mrs. Frost. "I have no doubt you have good and
sufficient reason."
"I will endeavor to justify your confidence," said Henry Morton,
an expression of pleasure lighting up his face.
CHAPTER XVIII. THANKSGIVING AT THE FARM
The chill November days drew to a close. The shrill winds
whistled through the branches of the trees, and stirred the
leaves which lay in brown heaps upon the ground. But at the end
of the month came Thanksgiving--the farmer's Harvest Home. The
fruits of the field were in abundance but in many a home there
were vacant chairs, never more, alas! to be filled.
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