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Warden in her largest automobile. As a mother with four marriageable daughters, Mrs. Warden was delighted to accept and improve the acquaintance, but her aristocratic Southern soul was inwardly rebellious at the ancestorlessness and uncultured moneyed pride of her new friend. "If only Madam Weatherstone had stayed!" she would complain to her daughters. "She had Family as well as Wealth."
Weatherstone emptied her exquisite cup and set it down. "A sudden access of courage, I suppose," she said. "I was astonished at myself." "I wholly disagree with you!" replied her mother-in-law. "Never in my life have I heard such nonsense. Talk like that would be dangerous, if it were not absurd! It would destroy the home! It would strike at the roots of the family."
It was like the sound of far doors opening, windows thrown up, the jingle of bridles and clatter of hoofs, keen bugle notes. A sense of hope, of power, of new enthusiasm, rose in her. Orchardina Society, eagerly observing "young Mrs. Weatherstone" from her first appearance, had always classified her as "delicate."
She held one hand with the other, tight, but they both shook a little. "I'd be glad to. But I will not give up my work!" "You look thin," said Mrs. Weatherstone. "Yes " "Do you sleep well?" "No not very." "And I can see that you don't eat as you ought to. Hm! Are you going to break down?" "No," said Diantha, "I am not going to break down. I am doing what is right, and I shall go on.
Weatherstone, as she urged it, "but you see there are ever so many residents who have more trouble with servants in summer than they do in winter, and hate to have a fire in the house, too." So Diantha's circulars had an addition, forthwith. These were distributed among the Orchardinians, setting their tongues wagging anew, as a fresh breeze stirs the eaves of the forest.
Weatherstone, musing to herself, "and I engaged Mrs. Halsey!" "Do you like it here?" she continued kindly. "Oh yes, ma'am!" said Ilda. "That is " she stopped, blushed, and continued bravely. "I like to work for you, ma'am." "Thank you, Ilda. Will you ask Mrs. Halsey to come to me at once, please." Ilda went, more impressed than ever with the desirability of her new place, and mistress.
"I loved another man, first," she said. "A real one. He died. He never cared for me at all. I cared for nothing else nothing in life. That's why I married Martin Weatherstone not for his old millions but he really cared and I was sorry for him. Now he's dead. And I'm wearing this and still mourning for the other one." Isabel held her hand, stroked it softly, laid it against her cheek.
Madam Weatherstone rose from the table in some agitation. "I must say I am very sorry, Viva, that you should have been so precipitate! This young woman cannot be competent to manage a house like this to say nothing of her scandalous ideas. Mrs. Halsey was to my mind perfectly satisfactory. I shall miss her very much." She swept out with an unanswerable air.
When hurried servants were sent to find their young mistress they reported that she must have gone out, and in truth she had; out on her own roof, where she sat quite still, though shivering a little now and then from the new excitement, until dinner time. This meal, in the mind of Madam Weatherstone, was the crowning factor of daily life; and, on state occasions, of social life.
Madam Weatherstone raised her head like a warhorse. "What's this! What's this!" she said in a fierce whisper. Viva laid a hand on her arm. "Sh!" said she. "Let us make sure!" and she softly unlatched the door. A brilliant moon flooded the small chamber. They could see little Ilda, huddled in the bedclothes, staring at her door from which the key had fallen.
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