But before it grew to fulness and ripeness, before it waved in perfect comeliness in the eyes of God and man, to watch the tender green leaves springing from the beneficent earth, smiling in the face of the bright sun, with nature's health-giving tears glistening upon them--to watch them gather sufficient strength to resist the attacks of wind and storm and adverse circumstances, each Blade of Grass a thing of beauty---- Ah, Golden Grain! Golden Grain indeed!
I could not sleep on that night I rose many times, and paced the room, praying for sunrise. And then, when the business of the day had fairly commenced, I was in the office of Mr. Fairhaven's lawyers. The principal member of the firm received me. He eyed me with curiosity through his golden spectacles.
'I expected you would call,' he observed, as he motioned me to a seat.
'Are you acquainted,' I asked, 'with the contents of the packet you sent to me yesterday?'
He answered me like a lawyer.
'It came to me sealed; my instructions were to forward it.'
I placed it in his hands, and he read it, slowly and attentively.
'I was in doubt,' he said, as he handed it back to me, 'whether you were a relative of the late Mr. Fairhaven.'
'You see that I am not'
'I see. It is all the more remarkable because of that.'