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She understands this. She and I are to see a lawyer at once. That is why I am here." Seth was completely overwhelmed. A divorce! A case for the papers to print, and all of Ostable county to read! "I I I " he stammered, and then added weakly, "I don't believe it. She wouldn't . . . There ain't no lawyer here." "Then we shall seek the one nearest here. Emeline understands.
"Are you going to take us after all? Oh, say you are! Tell me you were only fooling when you said we would have to stay here all alone!" "No, I wasn't fooling," replied his mother. "I don't really see how we can take you children West with us. But the surprise is this. I am going to ask Aunt Emeline to come and stay with you, to keep house for you while your father and I are away.
Emeline pretended not to notice either father or daughter at these times, although she could have whisked Julia into bed in half the time it took George to do it, and was really very kind to the child when George was not there. When George asked the little girl to find her hairbrush, and blundered over the buttons of her nightgown, Emeline hummed a sprightly air. She never bore resentment long.
Publicity, scandal, everything, he could face, but he would not give his wife up without a fight. What should he do? For a long time he paced up and down beneath the pines trying to plan, to come to some decision. All that he could think of was to return to the Lights, to go openly to the bungalow, see Emeline and make one last appeal.
Emeline had a few thousand dollars of her own, but her money was invested, and he could not count on the use of it, which men assumed a right to have when helpless women clustered to their hearths. Her uncle Cheeseman was undeniably a good man, whatever might be said of his religious faith. "I like father myself," assented Roxy.
The child was in such an agony of fatigue and chill that every separate step toward bed was dreaded by this time. She fell against her mother, as Emeline tore off shoes and stockings, stretched blundering, blind little arms for her nightgown sleeves, and sank deliciously against her pillows, already more than half asleep. But Emeline sat wide eyed, silent, waiting for George.
"Who's been in my room?" she gasped. Her face was pale as ashes. Mrs. Dent also paled as she regarded her. "What do you mean?" she asked slowly. "I found when I went upstairs that little nightgown of Agnes's on the bed, laid out. It was LAID OUT. The sleeves were folded across the bosom, and there was that little red rose between them. Emeline, what is it? Emeline, what's the matter? Oh!" Mrs.
Emeline B. Wells, wife of the Mayor of the city, writing to a Washington convention, in 1894, said of the many complications growing out of various bills before Congress to rob women of this right: "Women have voted in Utah fourteen years, but, because of the little word 'male' that still stands upon the statutes, no woman is eligible to any office of emolument or trust.
Emeline had rather lost sight of her sister for a year or two, and had last seen her in another and better house than the one which they presently identified by street and number. The sisters had married at about the same time, but Ed Torney was a shiftless and unfortunate man, never steadily at work, and always mildly surprised at the discomfort of life.
When he returned, about ten o'clock, he was a changed man. His eyes shone and he fairly danced with excitement. "Emeline!" he shouted, as he burst into the sitting room. "What do you think? I've got the everlastin'est news to tell!" "Good or bad?" asked the practical Mrs. Phinney. "Good! So good that There! let me tell you.
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