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And Iola, while she was provoked by what she called his stubbornness, was yet secretly proud of that silently resisting strength she could neither shake nor break. No, Barney was not fitted for the role of the shadowy, pliant, convenient husband. What, then, in her plan of life would be his place? It startled her to discover that her plan had been complete without him. Complete? Ah, no.
Miss Delany gave Iola a situation in her school; but before the term was quite over she was force to resign, her health having been so undermined by the fearful strain through which she had passed, that she was quite unequal to the task. She remained at home, and did what her strength would allow in assisting her mother in the work of canning and preserving fruits.
The doctor could hardly prevent a tone of condescension, almost of patronage, in his voice. "You are very kind," said Iola, with just enough reserve in her manner to make the doctor conscious of his tone, "but I am going with friends." "Friends?" inquired the doctor. "And who, may I ask?" There was an almost rude familiarity in his tone, but Iola only smiled at him the more sweetly.
I larn'd my 'ology at de foot ob de cross. You bin dar?" "Dear Uncle Daniel," said Iola, "the moral aspect of the nation would be changed if it would learn at the same cross to subordinate the spirit of caste to the spirit of Christ." "Does yer 'member Miss Nancy's Harriet," asked Aunt Linda, "dat she sole away kase she wouldn't let her whip her? Well, we think dis is Harriet's gran'chile.
For Lady Ruthven, with her eyes made keen by grief and love, had not been long in discovering that, with Iola, the deeper sickness was that which no physician's medicine can reach. Through the early summer they waited for signs of returning health to their guest, but neither the most watchful care nor the most tender nursing could keep the strength from gradually waning.
"Why, mother," replied Iola, astonished, "I received your telegram last Wednesday, and I took the earliest train I could get." "My dear child, I never sent you a telegram. It was a trick to bring you down South and reduce you to slavery." Iola eyed her mother curiously. What did she mean? Had grief dethroned her reason? Yet her eye was clear, her manner perfectly rational.
Mamma said, before we were parted, that her brother had a red spot on his temple. If I could see that spot I should rest assured that my mother is your sister." "Then," said Robert, "I can give you that assurance," and smilingly he lifted his hair from his temple, on which was a large, red spot. "I am satisfied," exclaimed Iola, fixing her eyes, beaming with hope and confidence, on Robert.
Very sad and heart-rending were the scenes with which Iola came in constant contact. Well may Christian men and women labor and pray for the time when nations shall learn war no more; when, instead of bloody conflicts, there shall be peaceful arbitration. The battle in which Robert fought, after his last conversation with Captain Sybil, was one of the decisive struggles of the closing conflict.
Then Barney told her of Margaret and Dick and of their last few days together, making light of Dick's injury and making much of the new joy that had come to them all. "And it was your letter that did it all, Iola," he said. "No," she replied gently, "it was our Father's goodness. I see things so differently, Barney. Lady Ruthven has taught me.
Iola recognized Dr. Bulling's words. "Surrendered? Just what, exactly?" "Oh, d-dash it all! You know the big fight that has been going on, the Duff Charringtons backing that little Redd girl." "Oh! So the Duff Charringtons have been backing the little Redd girl? Miss Evelyn Redd, I suppose? It sounds a little like a horse race or a pugilistic encounter." "A horse race!" he exclaimed. "Ha, ha, ha!
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