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Sternly then she asked herself if she had no pride; if she had forgotten that it was because of her that the Winthrop portrait had not been a success because of her, either for the reason that he loved now Miss Winthrop, or else that he loved no girl except to paint. Very early in the morning a white-faced, red-eyed Billy appeared at Aunt Hannah's bedside.
He heard the crash of the first kick on the door, rose from the ditch, crossed the road, and took to the edge of the cliffs again. He walked quickly, frightened and shaken. He started into a breathless run when Hannah's battle whoop reached him on the still air. He heard distinctly the men's shrieks, and even the noise of the runaway horses galloping on the hard road.
"Does he look so much worse to-night?" "Not any worse than customary. Latterly he had looked just like this in the evening. It was a remark of Hannah's that roused my alarm: she thinks he is on the road to death. What can we do to save him?" She clasped her hands as she spoke, in the intensity of her emotion.
I " She stopped abruptly and turned a listening ear toward the door of Aunt Hannah's room, which was open. A clock was striking. "Mercy! that can't be eleven now," she cried. "But it must be it was ten before I came up-stairs." She got to her feet hurriedly. Aunt Hannah put out a restraining hand. "No, no, dear, that's half-past ten." "But it struck eleven." "Yes, I know.
"I know," said Janet, "but you've got to." And she put some of the cold meat, left over from Sunday's dinner, on Hannah's plate. Hannah took up a fork, and laid it down again. Suddenly she said: "You saw Lise?" "Yes," said Janet. "Where is she?" "In a house in Boston." "One of those houses?" "I I don't know," said Janet. "I think so." "You went there?" "Mr. Tiernan went with me."
It was a chilly night, and the glare of the lamps showed that Prince steamed a little under his rug. Ten minutes elapsed before Ethel came. 'Here we are, father, she said with pleasant satisfaction. 'Where's mother? 'I should think so! he returned. 'The horse taking cold, and me waiting and waiting. Your mother's had to go to Aunt Hannah's. What's become of Milly? He was losing his temper.
What a good thing it was, Hannah; that you did not follow us to London, but that you started this nice shop in the country, for now we three girls can have our change in the country at such small expense." Tears started to Hannah's eyes.
She had never even seen her intended son-in-law except through the lens of a camera. She was sorry that was all. Now that Hannah had broken the ice, and encouraged one young man, there was hope for the others. Hannah's state of mind was divined by neither parent. Love itself is blind in those tragic silences which divide souls.
Love and faith in fact the bond, contentment and virtuous living the law of the family; and it was in just such a pure and beneficent atmosphere, as Selene herself and Helios felt the blessing of in Hannah's house, that each and all of her brothers and sisters were growing up.
"Lise" Hannah's cry seemed like the uncomprehending whimper of a stricken child, and then a hidden cadence made itself felt, a cadence revealing to Janet with an eloquence never before achieved the mystery of mother love, and by some magic of tone was evoked a new image of Lise of Lise as she must be to Hannah. No waywardness, no degradation or disgrace could efface it.
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