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Updated: June 4, 2025
Slowly the long hours of the night dragged themselves by, yet Daisy did not return to Glengrove. The hours lengthened into days, and days into weeks, still there was no trace of her to be found. Gertie's explanation readily accounted for her absence. "She preferred to leave us rather than deliver my note," she said, angrily; "and I for one am not sorry she has gone."
"I have once been in a railway accident myself, and I share your dislike; but I fear that we couldn't get on well without them now, so you and I must be content to tolerate them, Gertie." "I s'pose so," was Gertie's quiet response, delivered, much to the amusement of her audience, with the gravity and the air of a grown woman.
He could take his choice of beauty and worth; he might even purchase a princess did his ambition point that way. One of Gertie's letters ran: That Mr Beecham you used to tell me so much about has come back to live at Five-Bob. He has brought his aunts back. Every one went to welcome them, and there was a great fuss. I believe he is richer than ever. Every one is laughing about his luck.
He perceived the broken-backed chair on which his clothes were heaped with the exception of his flannel shirt, which he still wore; he caught a glimmer of white where Gertie's blouse hung up for an airing. He half expected that things would appear more hopeful if he sat up in bed. Yet they did not.
An angry young man challenged, "If Gertie 's up I think I'll come in a few minutes and see her." "Why, uh " hesitated Mrs. Cowles. He merely walked in past her. His anger kept its own council, for he could depend upon Gertie's warm greeting lonely Gertie, he would bring her the cheer of the great open.
Lady Douglass accepted congratulations upon the success of her entertainment, and turned at the end, before leaving the hall, to request Gertie's attention for a moment. She was extremely anxious that her dear young brother-in-law should not commit an error that might last a lifetime.
He understood, then, what had precipitated this crisis and broken down the girl's reserve. It was, in fact, exactly that same appeal which holds a gallery breathless and tearful in the last act of a Surrey-side melodrama the combination of Sunday quiet, a sunset, church bells, associations and human relationships; and Gertie's little suburban soul responded to it as a bell to a bell-rope.
As we have said, just before Gertie's arrival Sam Natly chanced to be attempting to dine. The telegraph needles pointed to "Line clear" on both sides of him. Dinner consisted of a sort of Irish stew cooked in a little square iron pan that fitted into the small stove.
And straightway the perfumed little note was dispatched, bearing Gertie's monogram and tender-worded sympathy to the handsome young heir, who sat all alone in that darkened chamber, wondering why Heaven had been so unkind to him. An hour later Bess and Gertie were in the library arranging some new volumes on the shelves. Mrs.
They sang "Seeing Nelly Home," and "Merrily We Roll Along," and "Suwanee River," and "My Old Kentucky Home," and "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean," and "In the Good Old Summertime," under a delicate new moon in a sky of apple-green. Carl pressed Gertie's hand; she returned the pressure so quickly that he was embarrassed. The same group said good-by to Carl at the M. & D. station.
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