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Updated: June 13, 2025
Who does not know the small, slanted, Italian hand of these girls'-compositions, their stringing together of the good old traditional copy-book phrases; their occasional gushes of sentiment, their profound estimates of the world, sounding to the old folks that read them as the experience of a bantam pullet's last-hatched young one with the chips of its shell on its head would sound to a Mother Cary's chicken, who knew the great ocean with all its typhoons and tornadoes?
"Doris," said a gentle voice through the open window; and the sadness pierced her heart. She rose and went in. Solomon lay on his cushion in the corner, and even he, she thought, had a troubled look in his eyes. Uncle Win sat by the table, and there lay Cary's letter. She put her arms about his neck and pressed her soft warm cheek against his, so cool that it startled her.
Some years before he had pronounced the 'Paradise Lost' to be 'poor, contradictory, broken-down stuff, so far as the story goes. He inferred that 'poetry was too slight an affair to grapple with such an awful subject. He had, however, already read Dante in Cary's translation, and thereby recognised something far greater. When he came to the original he was profoundly impressed.
After his father passed away, the position of the boy's desk next to the empty desk of his father was a cause of constant depression to him. This was understood by the attorney for the company, Mr. Clarence Cary, who sought the head of Edward's department, with the result that Edward was transferred to Mr. Cary's department as the attorney's private stenographer.
Then I saw Sally's little fingers slip suddenly, and Cary's firm hand close over them, pushing the rudder strongly to one side. His face was toward me, and I saw the look that went over it as his hand held hers. It startled me to life again, and I sat up straight, but he spoke at once with quiet self-possession. "I beg your pardon, Miss Meade. She was heading off a bit dangerously."
"I have found," he said, "Ludwell Cary's visit highly agreeable. He has come home to Virginia as likely a man as one could find in a summer day. He adorns the state. I predict for him a long and successful career." "Yes, indeed," assented Jacqueline. "I like him very much. How well he talks! And travel has not made him forget the old days here." The Major plucked another sprig of box.
Cary saw and flung out his arm, swerving his horse, but too late. There was a flash and a report. The reins dropped from Cary's grasp; he sank forward upon his horse's neck, then, while the terrified animal reared and plunged, fell heavily to earth and lay beside the stream with a ball through his heart. The frightened birds rose in numbers from the forest trees.
Still, I may be able to get an appointment here. I shall try for it and return." "Come," said Cary Adams, and he went out feeling there had been a great change in the world, and he was wrapped about with some mysterious influence. Doris had thought of Captain Hawthorne on the day of his, Cary's, return. How many times besides had she thought of him? And she had recalled giving him the rose.
She possessed the attractions of a Circe, but Cary was worth a million of her, and I knew it and I wanted her to have Artie Beg, or anybody else on earth she fancied. The whole proposition was as plain as day when I came to think about it. I was Cary's champion, Cary's friend, and intended Cary to win.
At her words the old man and Cary was startled to see how old and broken he was turned round and held out his hand, "How d'you do?" he said jerkily, "how d'you do?" and then turned abruptly back again to the fireplace. "Hello! What's up! The old boy doesn't like me!" was Cary's quick, startled comment to himself.
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