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"I think so," assented her father, dropping his teasing pretense and coming out frankly for Arthur. "When a man shows that he has the courage to cross the Rubicon, there's no need to worry about whether he'll go on or turn back." "You mustn't let him know he's the only beau you've ever had, Meg," cautioned her sister. "And why not?" demanded Madelene.
Everybody called Jean Montague "Jim Tague," and pronounced the Tague in one syllable; when he finally acquiesced in the sensible, popular decision, from which he could not well appeal, his very children were unaware that they were Montagues. Arthur told Lorry of his engagement to Madelene an hour after he told his mother he and Lorry were heading a barrel as they talked.
"That's dreadful," sympathized Helen, "but perhaps he isn't well, dear. Why don't you get him to see a doctor?" Madelene shrugged her shoulders disdainfully. "It's not a doctor he wants, it's that Skinner girl, I can see that plainly enough." Helen dropped on the arm of the girl's chair and slipped her arm around her neck. "Well, now you're home," she soothed.
"I think you should go right away now and see Ebenezer, and ask him properly for Madelene's hand." Feeling that such a course would commit him irrevocably, the boy hesitated. "Don't be afraid, Fred dear," Madelene broke in. "I know Eb likes you, and," blushingly, "I think he will not be much surprised, either." If he could only summon courage enough to tell Madelene before they met her brother!
"You don't remember me?" said Arthur, to detain her. "No, I don't remember you," replied Madelene. "But I know who you are." "Who I was," thought Arthur, his fall never far from the foreground of his mind. "You used to be very serious, and always perfect in your lessons," he continued aloud, "and most superior." Madelene laughed. "I was a silly little prig," said she.
"If your father were here, you wouldn't dare to say such things to me.... I want you to sit down, do you hear?" Frederick dropped into a chair wearily. The time had come to tell his mother that Tessibel Skinner was his wife. After that was done, there could be no such arguments. He started to speak, but his mother interrupted him. "Madelene Waldstricker's wild over you," she explained.
I hadn't heard that name pronounced for three years. It was wrong, I knew it, but I listened. "'Poor dear, she was awfully hurt and disfigured in a railroad wreck. "It was my Madelene they were talking about. Wild horses could not have dragged me from the spot. "The girl read something like this. I know for I've read that letter a hundred times. It's in this pile here.
I suppose that's the reason I feel so lackadaisical. If you don't mind, I don't believe I'll go out today." Madelene uttered a little cry of disappointment. "Now, I am vexed!" she pouted prettily. "Oh, then I'll go with you, of course," Frederick hastily cut in. "It doesn't make any difference to me." The young wife felt an impulse to anger.
Arthur lost the last remnant of his self-consciousness. He saw he was about to lose, if indeed he had not already lost, that which had come to mean life to him the happiness from this woman's beauty, the strength from her character, the sympathy from her mind and heart. It was in terror that he asked: "Why, Madelene? What is it? What have I done?"
Surfaces and the things of the surface obscured or distorted all the realities for her, as for most of us; and the fact that her intelligence laughed at and scorned her perverted instincts was of as little help to her as it is to most of us. When Madelene was free she said to her sister-in-law, in mock seriousness, "Well, and what can I do for you!" as if she were another patient.
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