Chapter 4

           OrvilleMasoncouldreadilysympathizewithafamilywhichonsightstruckhimashaving,perhaps,likehimselfenduredthewhips,thescornsandcontumeliesoflife.AshedroveupinhisofficialcarfromBridgeburgataboutfouro’clockthatSaturdayafternoon,therewastheoldtatterdemalionfarmhouseandTitusAldenhimselfinhisshirt-sleevesandoverallscomingupfromapig-penatthefootofthehill,hisfaceandbodysuggestingamanwhoisconstantlyconsciousofthefactthathehasmadeoutsopoorly.AndnowMasonregrettedthathehadnottelephonedbeforeleavingBridgeburg,forhecouldseethatthenewsofhisdaughter’sdeathwouldshocksuchamanasthismostterribly.Atthesametime,Titus,notinghisapproachandassumingthatitmightbesomeonewhowasseekingadirection,civillyapproachedhim.

           "IsthisMr.TitusAlden?"

           "Yes,sir,that’smyname."

           "Mr.Alden,mynameisMason.IamfromBridgeburg,districtattorneyofCataraquiCounty."

           "Yes,sir,"repliedTitus,wonderingbywhatstrangechancethedistrictattorneyofsodistantacountyshouldbeapproachingandinquiringofhim.AndMasonnowlookedatTitus,notknowingjusthowtobegin.Thebitternessofthenewshehadtoimpartthecrumplingpowerofituponsuchanobviouslyfeebleandinadequatesoul.Theyhadpausedunderoneofthelarge,darkfirtreesthatstoodinfrontofthehouse.Thewindinitsneedleswaswhisperingitsworld-oldmurmur.

           "Mr.

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