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It was harder for Lynda than for Con, but she accepted what seemed her fate and thanked heaven anew for little Ann and the sure sense that she could love her without reserve. And then, after the years of change and readjustment, Lynda's boy was born! He seemed to crown everything with a sacred meaning.
They took each day as it came and let it go at the end with a half-conscious knowledge that it had been too short. Then one late October afternoon Truedale tapped on the door of Lynda's workshop and to her cheery "come," entered, closed the door after him, and sat down. He was very white and sternly serious. Lynda looked at him questioningly but did not speak. "I've seen Dr.
Besides Lynda's determination to prove herself as her mother had directed, she soon decided to set matters straight between the uncle and the nephew.
You must fill the bare corners spare no expense. You and I will be quite reckless; I want this place to be a home at last." And now Lynda's eyes were shining her rare tears blinded her. "You have always tried indirectly, Lynda, to secure Con's greatest good; you have done it! I mean to leave him a legacy of three thousand a year.
And then he decided he must, even at this late day, tell Lynda of the past. For her sake he dare not venture any further concealment. Once she understood once she recovered from her surprise and shock she would be his friend, he felt confident of that; but she would be spared any deeper personal interest. It was Lynda's magnificent steadfastness that now appealed to Truedale.
The shock to all the golden hopes was severe and it brought bitterness and resentment with it. Something deep and passionate had entered into Lynda's relations with Conning Truedale. For him, though no one suspected it, she had broken her engagement to John Morrell an engagement into which she had drifted as so many girls do, at the age when thought has small part in primal instinct.
He looked at Lynda and her white face startled him, but she smiled the kind, true smile that called upon him to play his part. Somehow the rest of the plan ran as if no cruel jar had preceded it. The supper was perfect the guests merry and, when he could command himself, Truedale keeping his eyes on Lynda's face confessed. For a moment every one was quiet. Surprise, delight, stayed speech.
Late that afternoon Lynda drove to Betty's with little Ann sitting rigidly on the seat beside her. The child had not spoken since she had seen the train move out of the station bearing her mother away. She had not cried or murmured. She had gone afterward, holding Lynda's hand, through amazing experiences. She had seen her shabby garments discarded in dazzling shops, and fine apparel replace them.
To her ardent young soul, fired with ambition and desire for justice, it was little less than criminal that William Truedale, crippled and confined to his chair for he had become an invalid soon after Lynda's mother's marriage should misunderstand and cruelly misjudge the nephew who, brilliantly, but under tremendous strain, was winning his way through college on a pittance that made outside labour necessary in order to get through.
He walked the floor of his room or hung over Lynda's bed, and at midnight, when she no longer knew him or could soothe him by her brave smile, he went wretchedly away and upon the dim landing of the stairs came upon Ann, crouching white and haggard. His nerves were at the breaking point and he spoke sharply. "Why are you not in bed?" he asked.
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