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Updated: June 9, 2025
Whose hand was in mine, as I stood, overcome with awe, by the teacher's desk, and whispered my name as my father prompted? Was it Frieda's steady, capable hand? Was it her loyal heart that throbbed, beat for beat with mine, as it had done through all our childish adventures? Frieda's heart did throb that day, but not with my emotions.
With a manner which suggested to her mirror that life was distinctly not worth while, Frieda lifted the object and drearily removed the wrappings. From a small carved frame Karl's clear honest face looked out at her, and a card in the corner read in German "Remember the compact, Comrade!" Like a flash brightness came back to Frieda's face. Good cheer was much more natural to her than moroseness.
Johnson last fall, and slammed the door in their faces? She had changed utterly; suffering, responsibility, kindness, work, and the influence of the Girl Scout principles in her life had all helped to accomplish it. "I want you to come back and meet the members of our troop," she said, taking Frieda's hand. "They are waiting but they won't wait long."
If Frieda had been of a headstrong, unthinking nature; if Angela had been less watchful, morbid, appealing in her mood; if the family and town conditions had been less weighty; if Eugene had had health and ample means, he would probably have deserted Angela, taken Frieda to some European city he dreamed of Paris in this connection and found himself confronted later by an angry father or a growing realization that Frieda's personal charms were not the sum and substance of his existence, or both.
The little lakes, the quiet streets, the court house square, his sister's home, Frieda's home, his own home, had been once more invested for him with the radiance of romance that intangible glory of feeling which can have no existence outside the illusion of love. Frieda's face was everywhere in it, her form, the look of her eyes. He could see nothing there now save the glory of Frieda.
She seemed inclined to be friendly from the first. Angela being present, however, and Frieda's foster mother, it was necessary for him to be circumspect and distant. The latter, Sylvia and Angela, talked of art and listened to Angela's descriptions of Eugene's eccentricities, idiosyncrasies and experiences, which were a never-failing source of interest to the common run of mortals whom they met.
Then she suddenly said: "O, you know, Frieda and I saw Miss Lyndesay just before we came away. Do tell about it, Frieda." Frieda's face lighted at the name. "She is very wonderful," she said shyly. "She said: 'Let me greet myself to them. She finds herself well, and her house is beautiful." "I am so glad. Thank you very much for bringing us direct word from her.
Secretly he already cursed the day he had married her, for Frieda's face was ever before him, a haunting lure to love and desire. In this hour life looked terribly sad to him. He couldn't help feeling that all the perfect things one might seek or find were doomed to the searing breath of an inimical fate. Ashes of roses that was all life had to offer.
Somehow the little group made its way inside the great roofed-over place where the customs inspectors were doing their disagreeable duty to trunks and suitcases. Under a great black "L" Karl soon had Miss Lyndesay's and Frieda's trunks opened and passed upon, while Hannah struggled to collect her wits, and control her unspeakable rapture.
My contributions on these occasions were boastful accounts, I have no doubt, of what I did at school, and in the company of school-committee men, editors, and other notables; and Frieda's delight in my achievements was the very flower of her fine sympathy.
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