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She's got 'em all beaten; if she was only . Queer about the accidents of birth, isn't it? Now, what would you say, in her heredity, makes a common girl like that step and look like a queen?" Gray Stoddard's face relaxed. A hint of his quizzical, inscrutable smile was upon it as he answered. "Nature doesn't make mistakes.
I have read and reread Cardinal Newman's wonderful Pro Apologia his statement as to why and how he entered the bosom of the Roman Catholic Church, and it has thrilled me with its pathos and evidence of deep spiritual endeavor. Charles Warren Stoddard's Troubled Heart and How It Found Rest is another similar story, though written by an entirely different type of man.
"It's a lie!" she cried. "There isn't a word of truth in what you say, John Consadine. Oh, you're the plague of my life you have been from the first! You follow me about and torment me. Shade Buckheath had nothing to do with Gray Stoddard's disappearance, I tell you. Nothing nothing nothing!" She thrust forward her face and sent forth the words with incredible vehemence.
He watched Captain Stoddard's sloop until it was only a white blur against the distant shore, and then went up the beach toward home. Captain Enos had a favoring wind and a light heart, for he was glad to know that their little maid had not been to blame. "She ran away because she had not been fairly treated. 'Tis what older people sometimes do," he said to himself.
The cries of the men behind them, all sounds of pursuit, were soon left so far in the distance that they were unheard. "Ain't this rather fast?" shouted Uncle Pros, who had lifted Stoddard's bleeding head to his knee and, crouched on the bottom of the tonneau, was shielding the younger man from further injury as the motor lurched and pitched. "Yes, it's too fast," Johnnie screamed back to him.
Had she not even prayed, with all her concentration of mind and will? She heard again Susan Stoddard's deep voice: "No striving toward God is ever lost!" In spite of her unfaith, a sense of rest in a power larger than herself came upon her unawares. Danny, who had wandered away, came back and sat down heavily on the edge of her skirt, close to her.
Miss Sessions had smiled upon the piteous little group with a judicious mixture of patronage and mild reproof, and her driver had shaken the lines over the backs of the fat horses preparatory to moving on, when Stoddard's car turned into the street from the corner above. "Wait, Junius, Dick is afraid of autos," cautioned Miss Lydia nervously.
"Gad, it sounds like the manoeuvres of one of our Highland clans three hundred years ago!" he said. "Wouldn't it be the irony of fate that Stoddard poor fellow! a friend of the people, a socialist, ready to call every man his brother should be sacrificed in such a way?" The words brought them to Stoddard's little home, silent and deserted now. Down the street, the lamps flared gustily.
Harriet Hardwick, when things began to wear a tragic complexion, had promptly packed her wardrobe and her children and flitted to Watauga. This hegira was undertaken mainly to get her sister away from the scene of Gray Stoddard's disappearance; yet when the move came to be made, Miss Sessions refused to accompany her sister. "I can't go," she repeated fiercely.
Cottonville was a town distraught, and the Hardwick servants had seized the occasion to run out for a bit of delectable gossip in which the least of the horrors included Gray Stoddard's murdered and mutilated body washed down in some mountain stream to the sight of his friends. Johnnie was too urgent to long delay.
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