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His weakness, his superficiality, had been dominated by the wife who, having accepted her lot, carried her burden proudly to the end! Brace went to college and, during his last year there, his father died; then, confronting a future rich in debts but little else, he and Lynda consequently turned their education to account and were soon self-supporting, full of hope and the young joy of life.
Still, he was personally known and gratefully regarded by many young men and women who were struggling as he once had struggled for what to them was dearer than all else. He always contrived to leave them their independence and self-respect. Naturally all this was gratifying and vital to Lynda.
No! if the thing ever amounted to anything if, by putting flesh upon the dry bones and blood into the veins, he could get it over it was to be his gift to Lynda! And the only thing that encouraged him as he worked, rather stiffly after all the years, was the certainty that at times he heard the heart beat in the shrunken and shrivelled thing! And so he reverently worked on.
No wonder that she was taken out of herself and broke upon Truedale's astonished gaze as quite a different child from the one Lynda had described. The brilliant little thing came into the hall with Lynda, her arms filled with packages too precious to be consigned to other hands; her eyes were dancing and her voice thrilling with happiness.
Lynda looked serious at once. "I hope not," she said thoughtfully, "and she'll be happier with John, in the long run, if she has some reservations. I did not think that once; I do now." "But you, Lyn? You had reservations to burn." "I had too many. That was where the mistake began." "You do not regret?" Lynda came close to him. "Brace, I regret nothing.
When you are older when life has done its best or its worst for you you will understand better than you do to-day; but remember this: what you have told me has cut deep, but it has cut, by one stroke, the hardness and bitterness from my heart. Remember this!" Then with a sudden reversion to his customary manner he said: "And now tell me about Morrell." Lynda started; the situation puzzled her.
As he was prepared to undertake the burden his uncle's belief in him entailed, so he was prepared, now that he saw things clearly, to forego the dearest and closest ties of his old life. He wondered how he could ever have dreamed that he could go to Lynda and Brace with his amazing confession and expect them, in the first moment of shock, to open their hearts and understand him.
"I'll look her up, Thomas!" Conning went up to the workshop and turned on the electricity. A desolate sensation overcame the exhilaration of the afternoon. Lynda seemed strangely, ominously distant as if she had gone upon a long, long journey.
I begin to believe I am reverting to type, as McPherson would say, and I'm intensely interested in finding out what type? Whenever I think of study, I have an attack of mental indigestion. There is only one fellow creature to share my desolation but I am never lonely never lacking employment. I'm busy to the verge of exhaustion in doing nothing and getting well!" Lynda smiled.
He's not the same; it's all, all gone that other life and yet I cannot let him think !" The two women looked at each other over all that separated them and each comprehended! The soul of Nella-Rose demanded justification vindication and Lynda knew that it should have it, if the future were to be lived purely.
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