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Updated: June 13, 2025
Recalling at times the loneliness and weariness of William Truedale's days picturing the sad night when he had, as Lynda put it, opened the door himself, to release and hope Conning sought to ease the way for others and so fill the waiting hours that less opportunity was left for melancholy thought.
"Where is there another minister, Nella-Rose?" "There is no other." "This is absurd of course there is another. We must start at once and find him." "Listen!" The face upon Truedale's breast was lifted. "You hear that?" "Yes. What is it?" Truedale was alarmed.
"Father, it's Nella-Rose!" Truedale continued to look at Ann. Like a dying man or one suddenly born into full life he gradually understood! As Ann looked at that moment, so had Nella-Rose looked when, in Truedale's cabin, she turned her eyes to the window and saw his face!
She looked back at his strange, lonely boyhood with so little in it that could cause him to view justly his uncle's last deed. She remembered his pride and struggle his reserve and almost abnormal sensitiveness. Then the experience in the mountain! How terribly deep that had sunk into Truedale's life; how unable he had been to see in it any wrong but his own.
The pitiful eyes brightened. What Nella-Rose had been through since leaving her hills only God understood. "I'm right glad! And you you are " "I'm Conning Truedale's wife." Somehow Lynda expected this to be a devastating shock, but it was not. Nella-Rose was past reservations or new impressions. "I I reckoned so," was all she said. "You must sit down. You look very tired."
Oh! you poor little ignoramus; the boy never had a soul worth mentioning until it got awakened, in self-defense, and grew its own limit. What did you and Brace know of the past the past that went into Con's making? You were free enough with your young condemnation and misplaced loyalty but how about justice?" Lynda's eyes were fixed upon Truedale's face.
He introduced amusements and pastimes in the hospital, often shared them himself, and still attended to the other business that William Truedale's affairs involved.
The thought set his brain whirling a bit, but it made him seriously humble as well. Gradually his doubts and introspections became more definite; he lived day by day, hour by hour; while Jim White tarried, Nella-Rose remained; and the past Truedale's past faded almost from sight.
"I shall be able to, Con, for Billy brought something with him that Ann had to find." "I see I see! That's where a mother comes in strong, my dear." "Oh! Con, it's where she comes in with fear and trembling but with an awful comprehension." This "comprehension" of the responsibilities of maternity worked forward and backward with Lynda much to Truedale's secret amusement.
"No bridges for us, here and there, over which to reach each other," thought Lynda; "it's the one path for us both." Then her eyes grew tenderly brooding as she remembered how 'twas a little child that had led them not theirs, but another's. The business involved in setting old William Truedale's money in circulation was absorbing Conning at this time.
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