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Updated: June 20, 2025
She grew tired, stiff with sitting, and the little clock on the mantel told her she'd been there over two hours. She got up and went to the window. The building stood high on a large wooded bluff overlooking a deep gorge. The landscape before her interested her exceedingly, and took her in fancy to the wilderness of Mottville.
There were only five boys and me. There wasn't any girls. I wish there had been." "You like girls, I imagine, then," said her father. "Oh, yes, sir! Yes, indeed, sir! I often walk five miles to play a while with one. None of the mothers around Mottville Corners'll let their girls be with me. You see, this house has a bad name." A deep crimson dyed the man's ashen skin.
She also wrote to Molly, telling her she had decided to go back to Mottville immediately. When she had finished the letters, she took her usual place on the stool at the cobbler's feet. "Lafe," she ventured, wearily, "some time I'm going to tell you everything that's happened since I last saw you, but not to-night!" "Whenever you're ready, honey," acquiesced Lafe.
Late the next afternoon Jinnie left the train at Mottville station, her fiddle box in one hand, and a suitcase in the other. She stood a moment watching the train as it disappeared. It had carried her from the man she loved, brought her away from Bellaire, the city of her hopes. One bitter fact reared itself above all others.
"Yes, from Bellaire. You won't stay here, now that you're rich." She threw a contemptuous glance about the shop. Jinnie caught the inflection of the cutting voice and noted the expression in the dark eyes. "I'll stay wherever Lafe and Peggy are," she said stubbornly. "Perhaps, but that doesn't say you're going to live in this street all your life.... I want you to go back to Mottville."
Truly she was a wonderful little helper, but she was more than that, much more helper, friend, and protector all in one. "Another thing," added Jinnie quickly, "I love 'em all." "You've your own home in Mottville," the woman suggested. "You ought to be there." Jinnie sank back into the chair. "Oh, I couldn't ever go there!" she cut in swiftly. "But I can't tell you why."
He would follow her and win her, yea, win the woman God had made for him and him alone, and into his eyes leapt the expression of the conquering male, the force God had created within him to reach for the woman sublime and cherish her. When the car entered Mottville, rain was falling and the wind was mourning ceaselessly.
"You've done enough damage as it is. If you've any heart, stay here with the only person in the world who has any faith in you." Vacantly the woman watched the motor glide away over the smooth white road, and then limply slid to the floor in a dead faint. All the distance from Bellaire to Mottville Theodore was tortured with doubt.
Confused thoughts rolled through her mind; her father's fear for her; his desire that she should seek another home. She could not stay in Mottville Corners; she could not go with Matty. No, of course not! Yet her throat filled with longing sobs, for the old colored woman had been with her many years.
Never had she heard such tones in his voice, nor had she ever been so thoroughly frightened. Mechanically she took the letter, tore open the flap, and read the contents: * "DEAR MISS MERRIWEATHER: "After you left the shop, I decided to do as you wanted me to. I shall go back to Mottville, and afterwards Peggy and Lafe will come to me. I'll keep my promise and won't see Theodore.
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