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Updated: July 4, 2025
Being a practical man, which is a man who strives to make his visions palpable, Wixon thought of his own home town and the colony of boys that prospered there in the Middle West. He knew that no one would seek the town because of his birth there, for he was but a buyer of fleeces, a carder of wools, a spinner of threads, and a weaver of fabrics to keep folks' bodies warm.
If Carder should suddenly revert to that day and cross-question him, he must have his denials ready. He must show no fear. He fell now on the ground and rested his head on his long arms to think. It was so hard for him to think, and dry sobs kept choking him; but the wonderful fact slowly possessed him that he had served her.
She could not do it, though. She could not! A man loafing on the walk saw Mrs. Carder and, stopping, addressed her with some country greeting. Geraldine instantly turned to him. "Where is Keefe?" she asked quickly. "What?" he returned stupidly, with a curious gaze at her lovely, eager face. "Keefe. The village of Keefe. Where is it?" "Oh, that's yonder," said the man, pointing.
I must go away to-morrow." Her companion gave a fleeting glance around at the girl, and her withered lips relaxed in a smile as she shook her head. "Oh, no, you won't, my dear." At the unexpected reply Geraldine's heart thumped harder. "I certainly shall, Mrs. Carder. I'm sorry not to stay and help you, but it's impossible." "It will be impossible for you to go," was the colorless reply.
Carder, a lady who has befriended me very kindly while I have been waiting for you." "Yes, and who prevented me from havin' lunch with you," responded the stranger, eying Miss Upton jocosely; but as if he could not spare time from the near survey of Geraldine his eyes again swept over her hair and crimsoning cheeks. "I thought I felt some strong drawin' toward that particular table," he added.
"Want me to help you find your flowers?" he asked. "If you wish to," she answered, "but it isn't discourteous to like to be alone sometimes, is it, Mr. Carder? You were saying at dinner that I looked tired. I really don't feel very well. I thought I would like to roam about alone a while in the sunshine." Her gentle humility brought forth a loud: "Oh, of course, of course, that's all right.
"You don't know yet all I can do for you," pursued Carder, and Geraldine writhed under the self-satisfied gaze which seemed to be taking stock of her person from head to foot; "nor what I intend to do," he added. "My wife was a plain sort of woman and I've been wrapped up in business. See that little buildin' down there side o' the road? That's my office.
Of course, I saw that Carder had some hold over you. I've spent all my time ever since that day trying to ferret out facts that could give me some hold on him. I haven't found them. The fox has always left himself a loophole. Marry me to-day: now: before we go home. I'm well known in the town yonder. I can arrange it. Marry me, and whatever comes you will be safe from him. Geraldine!"
Sabina changed colour. "Fancy you saying that!" she exclaimed. "He's got to learn the business the practical side, Sally. And he wants to master it carefully and grasp the whole thing." Miss Groves smiled. "Ah. He didn't take long mastering the carder," she said.
Here through the open doors came the sound of a cradle rocking, the wail of a baby, a woman's voice, the rattle of a spoon against a cup. On one door she read a placard, MME GAUDRON, CARDER; on the next, M. MADINIER, MANUFACTURER OF BOXES.
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