"And is Tip going?"
My brother caught my meaning, but he did not smile.
"Honest," he said. "I am going to New York."
"To New York!" I cried. My crutches clattered to the floor as I sank
into my chair.
"Yes," said Tim, speaking so quietly that I knew it was the truth.
"Mr. Weston has given me a position in his store. It's a tea importing
concern, and he owns it, though he doesn't spend much time at his
business."
"I didn't think you'd leave me alone." The words were hardly spoken
till I regretted them. I had spoken in spite of my better self, for
what right had I to stand between my brother and a broader life? When
I had gone away to see the world, he had plodded on patiently in the
narrow valley to keep a home for me. Now that I was back, it was
justly his turn to go beyond the mountains and learn something more
than the dull routine of the farm and the sleepy village.
"I hate to leave you, Mark," he said. "But you have felt as I feel
about getting away and seeing something. Still, if you really want me
to stay, I'll give it up.
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