Lin Mclean by Owen Wister — Read

It was quite clear to me that Mr. McLean could not know the news. Meeting him to-day had been unforeseen -- unforeseen and so pleasant that the thing had never come into my head until just now, after both of us had talked and dined our fill, and were torpid with satisfaction.

I had found Lin here at Riverside in the morning. At my horse's approach to the cabin, it was he and not the postmaster who had come precipitately out of the door.