The Squatter and the Don
"Aunt Newton, I am going away for a few days. Please take care of this box until I return or you hear from me. Good-by!" and he hurried away, for he had only barely time to catch the train going to New York.
Darrell was in New York for a few hours. He bought a finer suit of clothes, a very elegant light overcoat, hat and boots, and gloves to match, and thus equipped so elegantly that he hardly recognized himself, as he surveyed his figure in a large mirror of the furnishing store, where he was so metamorphosed, he took the night train for Washington.
It was early on a Sunday morning that Darrell arrived at Washington. He went to a hotel, entered his name, took a room, a bath and a breakfast, and then called a hack to go in search of Mary. He knew that was not an hour for calling, but he had business with Mary. His was no friendly visit; it was a matter of life and death with him.
He rang the bell, and presently he heard Tisha's flapping steps c