Chapter 24 Found At Last - â…
"Excuse me," began Roy, leaning over the gate and taking off his broad
brimmed straw hat, "do you know a boy named Rex Pell?"
He had decided that this would be the shortest way of getting at things.
The woman looked up quicklyMBT, resting her chin on the top of her broom handle.
"Do you think I look as if I knew much about boys?" she replied. "Well, I
don't and I don't want to."
"Excuse me," said Roy, and he hurried on, glad to get away.
The next house was a larger one. There was a good deal of piazza around it
and some pretensions were made at keeping the lawn in good condition.
Roy's knock at the door was answered so promptly that he was fain to believe
that some one must have been peeping through the shutters watching his approach.
A tall woman with light hair received him very effusively.
"I've been expecting you," she said, with an expansive smile. "I thought
you'd come on that train."
"This must be the place," thought Roy. "She knows Rex sent the dispatch and
thought some of us would come on."
"I suppose you'd like to go straight up stairs?" she continuedMBT shoes sale, when she had taken
his hat and hung it on the stand in the hall.
"Yes, I would," and Roy's heart sank.
Rex must be sick, he decided, and not able to leave his bed. He followed the
light haired woman to the floor above, where she threw open the door of a room
with a sort of flourish.
Roy halted on the threshold. There was a double bed inside, but nobody on it
nor was anybody to be seen in the apartment.
"Where is my brother?" he asked.
"Your brother?" exclaimed the woman. "I did not understand that there were
two of you. Your father's letter mentioned only one son. Wait, I will get--"
"No, there must be some mistake," Roy interposed. "I thought my brother, Rex
Pell, might be here."
"What, you are not Eric Levens, then?"
"No, indeed, and don't you know anything about my brother? I am so sorry."
"I thought you were the young gentleman I expected who was to look at this
room to see whether he liked it well enough to stay while his father went to
Europe. But why are you sorry that I do not know anything about your brothermbt? Have you lost him?"
"In a sort of a way, yes," and Roy told his story, or as much of it as he
could, without bringing in the fact of Rex's having run away from home.
"Oh, I guess I can help you," exclaimed the woman, when he had finished.
"Maybe he is the young fellow who is staying at the Raynors'. I heard about it
last Sunday at church."
"About it? About what?"
Roy's face grew pale. The woman looked a little uncomfortable.
"Don't be too anxious," she replied. "He must be better now if he could send
a message. But he's had the intermittent fever. He was found on the piazza of
the house one rainy evening about ten days ago by Florence Raynor. A trampish
looking young fellow had carried him in out of the wet, and they say he's been
devoted to him ever since."
"Where do the Raynors live?" asked Roy, already impatient to be off.
"Come here to the window and I can show you the house. It is clear at the end
of this street beyond all the others. You can just see the chimneys above the
trees."
Roy was soon hurrying away in the direction pointed out.
Although he feared that Rex might have been ill, the certainty of it made his
heart very sore for his brother.
"Sick among strangersMBT!" was his thought. "I wish mother had come with me."
A young girl was reading on the piazza when he opened the gate and walked up
the path between the box hedges.
"Is my brother Rex here?" he said, pausing at the foot of the steps, his hat
in his hand.
"Excuse me," began Roy, leaning over the gate and taking off his broad
brimmed straw hat, "do you know a boy named Rex Pell?"
He had decided that this would be the shortest way of getting at things.
The woman looked up quicklyMBT, resting her chin on the top of her broom handle.
"Do you think I look as if I knew much about boys?" she replied. "Well, I
don't and I don't want to."
"Excuse me," said Roy, and he hurried on, glad to get away.
The next house was a larger one. There was a good deal of piazza around it
and some pretensions were made at keeping the lawn in good condition.
Roy's knock at the door was answered so promptly that he was fain to believe
that some one must have been peeping through the shutters watching his approach.
A tall woman with light hair received him very effusively.
"I've been expecting you," she said, with an expansive smile. "I thought
you'd come on that train."
"This must be the place," thought Roy. "She knows Rex sent the dispatch and
thought some of us would come on."
"I suppose you'd like to go straight up stairs?" she continuedMBT shoes sale, when she had taken
his hat and hung it on the stand in the hall.
"Yes, I would," and Roy's heart sank.
Rex must be sick, he decided, and not able to leave his bed. He followed the
light haired woman to the floor above, where she threw open the door of a room
with a sort of flourish.
Roy halted on the threshold. There was a double bed inside, but nobody on it
nor was anybody to be seen in the apartment.
"Where is my brother?" he asked.
"Your brother?" exclaimed the woman. "I did not understand that there were
two of you. Your father's letter mentioned only one son. Wait, I will get--"
"No, there must be some mistake," Roy interposed. "I thought my brother, Rex
Pell, might be here."
"What, you are not Eric Levens, then?"
"No, indeed, and don't you know anything about my brother? I am so sorry."
"I thought you were the young gentleman I expected who was to look at this
room to see whether he liked it well enough to stay while his father went to
Europe. But why are you sorry that I do not know anything about your brothermbt? Have you lost him?"
"In a sort of a way, yes," and Roy told his story, or as much of it as he
could, without bringing in the fact of Rex's having run away from home.
"Oh, I guess I can help you," exclaimed the woman, when he had finished.
"Maybe he is the young fellow who is staying at the Raynors'. I heard about it
last Sunday at church."
"About it? About what?"
Roy's face grew pale. The woman looked a little uncomfortable.
"Don't be too anxious," she replied. "He must be better now if he could send
a message. But he's had the intermittent fever. He was found on the piazza of
the house one rainy evening about ten days ago by Florence Raynor. A trampish
looking young fellow had carried him in out of the wet, and they say he's been
devoted to him ever since."
"Where do the Raynors live?" asked Roy, already impatient to be off.
"Come here to the window and I can show you the house. It is clear at the end
of this street beyond all the others. You can just see the chimneys above the
trees."
Roy was soon hurrying away in the direction pointed out.
Although he feared that Rex might have been ill, the certainty of it made his
heart very sore for his brother.
"Sick among strangersMBT!" was his thought. "I wish mother had come with me."
A young girl was reading on the piazza when he opened the gate and walked up
the path between the box hedges.
"Is my brother Rex here?" he said, pausing at the foot of the steps, his hat
in his hand.