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Truedale, but I always managed the nursery myself before; now I cannot. I want you to put joy and welcome in it for me. If I were to undertake it I should fail miserably, and evolve only gloom and fear. It will be different afterward. But you understand and you will?" Lynda had understood and had set herself to her work with the new, happy insight that Betty's little baby had made possible.
Conning, instead of plunging into his confession, looked at her in such a protecting, yearning way that Lynda's eyes fell, and the soft colour slowly crept in her cheeks. In the stillness, that neither knew how to break, Truedale noticed the gown Lynda wore. It was blue and clinging.
"I certainly do." "Sometimes I am in the big woods." "Where specially?" Truedale was playing this new game with the foolish skill of the novice. Truedale broke in: "I know it! There's a little stream running through it, and trails." "Yes!" Nella-Rose leaned back and showed her white teeth alluringly. "I I should not permit this!"
Youth, no matter how lean and beggared it may be, craves and insists upon conflict upon the personal loss and gain. But as time takes one into its secrets, the soul gets the wider Truedale now was sure it was the wider outlook. Having fought because the fight was part of the written story the craving for victory, of the lesser sort, dwindled, while the higher call made its appeal.
Always so reasonable and kind," Lynda lifted her happy face to his.... But things did not happen as Truedale arranged not all of them. There was a brief tussle, the opening night of the play, with McPherson. He didn't see why he should be obliged to sit in the front row. "I'm too tall and fat!" he protested; "it's like putting me on exhibition.
Then Truedale, his eyes dim but undaunted, leaned and drew Lynda up until, kneeling before him, her hands upon his shoulders, they faced each other. "And this is the way women save men!" he said. "It is the way they try to save themselves," Lynda replied. "Oh, Con, Con, when will our men learn that it is the one life, the one great love that we women want? the full knowledge and responsibility?"
It was only ten o'clock in the morning but Truedale had a habit, if he happened to be in the neighbourhood, of dropping in for a moment at this hour. If he should to-day Lynda wanted to confer with him about some details concerning the disrobing of the Saxe infants. She was particularly light hearted and merry. A telephone call from Betty had put her in the sunniest humour.
"I wonder if you have thought?" he whispered. "I have done nothing else in the ages since I last saw you, Con." "And you are not afraid? You, who should have the best the world has to offer?" "I am not afraid; and I have the best the very best." Again Truedale kissed her. "And when may I come home to stay?" he asked presently, knowing full well that the old home must be theirs.
Late that night, in the stillness of the five little rooms of the big apartment, Truedale thought of his past and his future. How splendid Lynda had been. Not a word of all that he had told her, and yet full well he realized how she had battled with it! She had accepted it and him! And for such love and faith his life would be only too short to prove his learning of his hard lesson.
At ten o'clock she came to a conclusion. Truedale must decide this thing for himself! It was, after all, his great opportunity. She could not, with honour and self-respect, throw herself upon him and so complicate the misunderstanding. If her life with him since June had not convinced him of her simple love and faith her words, now, could not. He must seek her must realize everything.
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