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Beulah itself, as well as all the surrounding country, had looked upon the golden hayfield paper and scorned it as ugly and countrified; never suspecting that, in its day, it had been made in France and cost a dollar and a half a roll. It had been imported for a governor's house, and only half of it used, so for thirty years the other half had waited for the Careys.
Life is short at best, and rarely allows time to master all departments of knowledge. Why should I not seize every spare moment?" "Oh, Beulah! though you are so much younger, you awe me. I told your guardian to-day that you were studying yourself into a mere shadow. He smiled, and said you were too willful to be advised. You talk to me about not looking well!
And he was like you in another way because his real name was Eddie Duffy, and the lovely stage name he'd picked out was Clyde Maltravers." "Well, Clifford Armytage is out, then," Merton announced, feeling that he had now buried a part of his dead self in a grave where Beulah Baxter, the wonder-woman, already lay interred. Still, he was conscious of a certain relief.
Asbury, with one foot on the carriage step and both hands extended, while his gray hair hung in confusion about his face. He had followed them for at least half a dozen blocks, and was pale with anxiety. "See about Cornelia," said Beulah, seating herself for the first time and twisting up the veil of hair which swept round her form. "Cornelia has fainted!
"I see your citadel of reserve and mistrust cannot be carried by storm," answered Cornelia petulantly. Before Beulah could reply, a servant entered, and addressed Cornelia. "Your mother wants to show your Paris hat and veil, and handsomest point-lace set, to Mrs. Vincent, and Miss Julia says, can't she run up and see you a minute?"
Misled by her silence, Clara said eagerly: "You were happy in that early faith. Oh, Beulah, you will never find another so holy, so comforting!" Beulah frowned and looked up impatiently. "Clara, I am not to be persuaded into anything. Leave me to myself. You are kind, but mistaken." "If I have said too much, forgive me; I was actuated by sincere affection and pity for your state of mind."
"Of course I've thought of the country, but that far-away spot never occurred to me. What was its quaint little name, Mizpah or Shiloh or Deborah or something like that?" "It was Beulah," said Nancy; "and father thought it exactly matched the place!" "We even named the house," recalled Mother Carey with a tearful smile.
Then we brought you and Maurice and Toby home, and we have not heard one word of Joe since, dear." After this little conversation with Mme. Malet Cecile's sojourn in the land of Beulah seemed to come to an end.
Once when the road climbed a hilltop the long saw-toothed range lifted before them, but mostly they could not see beyond the bastioned ramparts that hemmed in the park or the nearer wooded gulches that ran down from them. Beulah had brought her camera. They took pictures of each other. They gathered wild flowers. They talked as eagerly as children. Somehow the bars were down between them.
Beulah Rutherford could never marry a man who was a physical coward. It was a dear joy to his soul that she had broken down and wept and clung to him. But this was the sex privilege of even a brave woman. A man had to face danger with a nerve of tested iron, and that was a thing he could never do. Roy was stretched on the moss face down, his chin resting on the two cupped palms of his hands.
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