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Updated: June 16, 2025
The little town of Sandwood, "this side of Kenosha," as Jennie had expressed it, was only a short distance from Chicago, an hour and fifteen minutes by the local train. It had a population of some three hundred families, dwelling in small cottages, which were scattered over a pleasant area of lake-shore property. They were not rich people.
I've taken a cottage for her at Sandwood, a little place north of here on the lake; and there's plenty of money in trust, but, of course, she knows she can live anywhere she pleases." "I understand exactly how she feels, Lester. I know how you feel. She is going to suffer very keenly for a while we all do when we have to give up the thing we love. But we can get over it, and we do.
One needed education, wealth, training, the ability to fight and scheme, She did not want to do that. She could not. The day came when the house was finally closed and the old life was at an end. Lester traveled with Jennie to Sandwood. He spent some little while in the house trying to get her used to the idea of change it was not so bad.
At the grave-side when the body was finally lowered she looked at it, one might have thought indifferently, for she was numb from suffering. She returned to Sandwood after it was all over, saying that she would not stay long. She wanted to come back to Chicago, where she could be near Vesta and Gerhardt. After the funeral Jennie tried to think of her future.
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