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Lane caught her hand and held it, following her to the end of the hall, where she opened a door and peeped into the sitting-room. "Mother, is dad home?" she asked. "No he's out, and such a bad night! Who's with you, Mel?" "Daren Lane." "Oh, is he up again? I'm glad. Bring him in.... Why, Mel, you've your hat and coat on!" "Yes, mother dear. We're going out for a while." "On such a night!
The fact, the fatality of it, stunned Lane. "Daren, I must go in to see Dr. Bronson," she said. "I'm glad you're home. I'm proud of you. I'm happy for your mother and Lorna. You must watch Lorna try to restrain her. She's going wrong. All the young girls are going wrong. Oh, it's a more dreadful time now than before or during the war. The let-down has been terrible.... Good-bye, Daren."
"Well, of all things!" cried Lane, when he had a chance to speak. "You two engaged! I I could never tell you how glad I am." Lane felt that he could have hugged them both. "I congratulate you with all my heart. Now Holt Bessy, make a go of it. You're the luckiest kids in the world." "Daren, we've both had our fling and we've both been hurt," said Bessy, seriously.
"Heavens, how things come about! My officer was from Middleville." "Daren! Who?" she asked, quickly, her eyes darkening with thought. "Captain Vane Thesel." How singular to Lane the fact she did not laugh! She only stared. Then it seemed part of her warmth and glow, her subtle response to his emotion, slowly receded. He felt what he could not see. "Oh! He.
Lane knew that he moved, but he seemed not to have any feeling in his legs. The cabman put a hand back to open the door. "Mel, here he is," called out Iden, cheerfully. Lane felt himself being pushed into the cab. His knees failed and he sank forward, even as he saw Mel's face. "Daren!" she cried, and caught him. Then all went black.
"Bessy, you're the finest little girl in the world," returned Lane, stirred to emotion. "Here, Daren, cut that. You didn't raise me on soft soap and mush. If you get to praising me I'll fall so far I'll never light.... Now, Dare, go back and fool Dad. You must save the girls. It doesn't matter about me. He's my Dad." "I'll do my best," replied Lane.
It was indeed a profound and stirring moment for Daren Lane, but not quite full, not all-satisfying. The great city seemed to frown. The low line of hills in the west shone dull gray and cold. Where were the screaming siren whistles, the gay streaming flags, the boats crowded with waving people, that should have welcomed disabled soldiers who had fought for their country?
Why was his hope so unquenchable? There could be no resurgam for Daren Lane. Resignation should have brought him peace peace when every nerve in his shell-shocked body racked him when he could not subdue a mounting hope that all would be well at home when he quivered at thought of mother, sister, sweetheart!
"Oh Daren, you shame me utterly," she protested, freeing her hands in gesture of entreaty. "I am outcast." "To a false and rotten society, yes you are," he returned. "But Mel, that society is a mass of maggots. It is such women as you, such men as Blair, who carry the spirit onward.... So much for that. I have spoken to try to show you where I hold you.
"Daren, haven't you heard about me?" she asked, with tremulous lips. "No. What's wrong?" "I I can't let you call on me." "Why not? Are you married jealous husband?" "No, I'm not married but I I have a baby," she whispered. "Mel!" gasped Lane. "A war baby?" "Yes." Lane was so shocked he could not collect his scattered wits, let alone think of the right thing to say, if there were any right thing.
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