"IT WAS SWEET TO BE CHAFFED, TO BE HEEDLESSLY YOUNG ONCE MORE"
Suddenly a word caught the ears of the two who were sitting in the dining-room.
"That was the kind Lawson Barr used when he went down on the Susquehanna. By the way, I hear that he's dead."
Lawson! Dosia's face changed as if a whip had flicked across it, and then trembled back into its normal quiet. William leaned a little nearer, his eyes curiously scanning her.
"Hadn't you heard before?"
"No; what?"
"He's dead."
"Lawson dead! Not Lawson?" Her dry lips illy formed the words.
"Yes, Dosia. Don't look like that—don't let them see in there, Girard is looking at you; turn your face toward me. Leverich told us, coming up to-night. Lawson died a week ago."