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Updated: June 19, 2025
Was Nella-Rose forever to have the glory even in her shame, while she, Marg, with all the rights of womanhood, could hold no hope of maternity? For one reason or another Marg often stole to the woods as near the Hollow as she dared to go. She hoped for news but none came; and it was late August when, one sunny noon, she confronted Burke Lawson! Lawson's face was strange and awful to look on.
"The day you put Lawson in jail, Jed, that day I'll give you the hand of my daughter. She loves you; she has confessed! You shall come here and share everything! The hour that Burke is convicted Marg is yours!" "Marg!" The word came on a gasp. "Not a word!" Greyson waved his hand in a princely way this gesture was an heirloom from his ancestry.
What Greyson really had seen was Truedale's retreat after parting company with Jim, but not knowing of Truedale's existence he jumped to the conclusion which to his fuddled wits seemed probable, and had so informed Marg upon his return. "I tell yo', Nella-Rose," he ran on, "yo' better marry Burke and tame him. There ain't nothing as tames a man like layin' responsibilities on him."
"Father's mostly always drunk these days and you what do you care what becomes of me? Leave me to get a man of my own and then I'll be human. I've been killing the hog to-day!" Marg suddenly and irrelevantly burst out; "I I shall never do it again. We'll starve first!" "Why didn't father?" Nella-Rose said, softly. "Father? Huh! he couldn't have held the knife. He went for the jug and got it full!
"I understand your feelings I've seen what has been going on but naturally I want my daughter to marry one worthy of her. You shall have my Marg when you have proven yourself! I've misjudged you, Jed, but this will wipe away old scores." With a sickening sense of being absorbed, Jed sank into black silence. If Marg wanted him and old Greyson was helping her, there was no hope!
The homeward stroll at sunset was perfectly beautiful, and showed Gulmarg in an absolutely new guise. The lower part of the marg, being all lake, reflected the lustrous golden sky and rich dark pine-woods in a faithful mirror.
At this juncture Nella-Rose was puzzling her family to the extent of keeping her father phenomenally sober and driving Marg to the verge of nerve exhaustion. The girl had, to put it in Greyson's words, "grown up over night." She was dazzling and recalled a past that struck deep in the father's heart.
From now on I'll manage lil' Nella-Rose's doings, and the first whisper from man or woman agin her will be agin me and God knows I won't be blamed for what I do then! Tell that skunk of yours," Lawson glared at the terrified Marg, "I'm strong enough to outbid him with the devil, but from now on him and you mind this well, Marg Greyson him and you are to be our loving brother and sister. See?"
"What do you want?" "I brought Marg some flowers," answered Lydia, awkwardly. Elviry hesitated. "Margery's been having a headache and I don't know as she'd want to see you." Lydia was not entirely daunted. "Well, if you're getting supper you might let me come and sit in the kitchen a few minutes. It's quite a walk in from the cottage."
There was a mighty lot o' talk in the hills, but I was glad ter get the facts and shut the mouths o' them that take ter ter hissin' like all-fired scorpions! Nella-Rose had writ to her father, but Marg, the sister, tore the letter up in stormin' rage 'cause Nella-Rose had got the man she had sot her feelin's on.
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