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Updated: June 26, 2025
What an impertinent little huzzy she was! In his heart he believed Madelene was right, but the defiant squatter girl baffled him. He would go home more than ever satisfied Tess Skinner was keeping from him something about his young brother-in-law. He mounted his horse, his muscles working with rage. "I'll make you confess sooner or later," he muttered ominously, "or I'll know the reason why."
"Tamplin went up to the group, his back to me, and spoke to one after the other. Madelene was the last in the row and, while the others were talking, laid her gloves, veil and some flowers on the counter. Tamplin spoke to her and I could see the color change in her face. Oh! if I only had hold of Dandy Tamplin. "Bridges hurried out into the hall behind the passage way, the girls following.
A silence; then Madelene, gently: "Was this what you came to tell me?" Adelaide nodded slowly. "Yes, though I didn't know it." "Why tell me?" "Because I think I care for another man." Adelaide was not looking away. On the contrary, as she spoke, saying the words in an even, reflective tone, she returned her sister-in-law's gaze fully, frankly. "And I don't know what to do.
"Why should you wish to forget her? Does she disturb your memory as much as that?" "Perhaps," replied Frederick gloomily. He saw the danger involved in the discussion and curbed his tongue. Then he left her and walked quickly into the house. Madelene followed, angry and rebellious, and found him seated at the table, white-faced, with the morning mail unnoticed before him.
Then, suddenly, he walked straight into them, his eyes still very grave, still very questioning. The moment Frederick touched the little one he felt the world was his. He forgot Waldstricker, forgot Madelene, forgot everything, but his elf-like son within his cuddling grasp. He touched his lips to the little face. "Oh, I've wanted to see you so," he murmured.
We can send her away for a nice, long rest, and when Professor Young's lease is up, we'll fix the lake place for a summer home." "If I could marry Madelene," he thought, "the debts " He got up, lighted a cigarette, his fingers shaking so he almost dropped the match. He couldn't marry Madelene!
Madelene, by that right instinct which was perhaps the finest part of her sane and strong character, knew what comfort really means, knew the difference between luxury and the showy vulgarity of tawdriness or expensiveness; and she rapidly corrected, or, rather, restored, Arthur's good taste, which had been vitiated by his associations with fashionable people, whose standards are necessarily always poor.
He'd go back now and tell his mother he was married to Tess.... No, he'd wait until morning! He opened the library door and stepped in, crossed the room slowly and drew down the curtain. Turning, he saw a girl rise from the divan. Madelene Waldstricker reached out two rounded arms with an impatient gesture. "Ah, you've come," she said, smiling into his eyes.
"But not so much as I'd like to," Madelene assured him softly. There was deep sympathy in her voice, and Frederick looked at her critically. This small brown girl had taken on new significance to him. She had come into his life suddenly as a large part of it, that deadening financial part that tied him hand and foot and made him feel like a galley slave. But he could never marry her, never!
There was no other woman in the world like Tess, and the sweetness of his intimate experiences since his marriage touched him to tears. "I won't give her up," he groaned aloud, "whatever happens, I'll stand by Tess. She's worth all the rest I love her better than life itself. In the morning I'll tell mother and Madelene the truth."
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