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They look as if their name would be Thropp." Adna made the apologies glad tidings being manifestly out of place. "Hope we 'ain't put you out, daughter. We thought we'd s'prise you. We went to the fact'ry. Man at the door says you wasn't workin' there no more. Give us this address. Right nice place here, ain't it? Looks like a nice class of folks lived here."
The daughter on the train, the youngest named Kedzie after an aunt who was the least poor of the relatives was just growing up into a similar career. Her highest prayer was that her path might lead her to a clerkship in a candy-shop. Then this miracle! Her father announced that he was going to New York. Adna was always traveling on the railroad, but he had never traveled far.
He knew before he left Chattanooga that the railroad from Nashville was hardly supplying Thomas's army. Adna Anderson was put in charge of operating the line, while Mr. It is safe to say that no such division of efforts would have occurred if the railroad had been ready to supply the concentrated army on an advance into Georgia.
She called to her mother and father to "Come here and looky!" Her mother moaned, "I wouldn't come that far to look at New Jerusalem." Adna yawned noisily and pulled out his watch. His very eyes yawned at it, and he said: "'Levum o'clock. Good Lord! Git to bed quick!" Kedzie was furious at ending the day so abruptly. She wanted to go out for a walk, and they sent her to her room.
Adna sickened soon of his task, and Kedzie's silence and non-resistance robbed him of excuse. He growled: "I guess that'll learn you who's boss round here." He thrust her from his knees, and she rolled off to the floor and lay still. She had not really swooned, but her soul had felt the need of withdrawing into itself to ponder this awful sacrilege. Her mother knew that she had not fainted.
"No, unless it's too much of the darned stuff." Adna gasped at the paradox. He had no time to comment before she assailed him with: "You see, I've gone and got married." This shattered them both so that the rest was only shrapnel after shell. But it was a leveling bombardment of everything near, dear, respectable, sacred. They were fairly rocked by each detonation of fact.
Adna raged back: "Give up a billion-dollar man for a fool poet? Not on your tintype!" Kedzie gave her father an admiring look. They were getting on sympathetic ground. They understood each other. Adna was encouraged to say: "If I was you, Kedzie, I'd just lay the facts before him. Maybe he could buy the feller off. You could probably get him mighty cheap." Mrs.
Adna was as comfortable as a cow in a hammock, and she would have sent him away, but his hat was in the hall and she dared not go for it. Besides, she wanted to wait long enough to learn the outcome of Kedzie's adventure with Dyckman. As soon as he was alone with Kedzie, Jim had taken her into his arms.
When she had seemed hardly to know that he was there he felt necessary and justified. When she took comfort in his arms and held them about her he felt ashamed, revolted, profane. Mrs. Thropp had wept a little in sympathy with Kedzie, and Adna had looked amiably disconsolate; but by and by Mrs. Thropp was murmuring: "After all, perhaps it was for the best. The Lord's will be done!"
"After all," said Adna one day, looking up from an article in a Sunday paper "after all, why ain't Thropp as likely a name as Wettin? Or Hohenzollern? And what was Romanoff but an ordinary family once?" The only thing that seemed to stand in Kedzie's way was the odious name of Dyckman. "What's Dyckman, anyway?" said Mrs. Thropp. "Nothin' but a common old Dutch name."
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