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I started off as aimlessly as an arrow shot into the air, and here I am, enjoying your society and Mrs. Yocomb's care." "It is indeed strange," she replied musingly, as if half speaking to herself; "so strange that I cannot understand it. Life is a queer tangle at best. That is, it seems so to us sometimes." "I assure you I am glad to have it tangled for me in this style," I said, laughing.
Yocomb's house, and on a Sunday afternoon, you are reading a secular newspaper?" "You. have explained my conduct yourself," she said, assuming a fine surprise. "You, and most satisfactorily. You said you believed in a Providence. I have merely been reading what he has done, or what he has permitted, within the last twenty-four hours."
The fact made me grave and thoughtful. And yet, if my fear and not my hope were realized, what a burden was imposed upon me with the life that disease had spared! Had I even Mrs. Yocomb's faith, I knew it would be a weight under which I would often stagger and faint.
"This was your chosen resting-place for the summer, was it not, Miss Warren?" "Yes." "Well, then, what right have I, an entire stranger, to come blundering along like a June beetle and disturb your rest? You did not look forward to associations with night editors and like disreputable people when you chose this sheltered nook of the world, and nestled under Mrs. Yocomb's wing.
Hearn asked, a trifle impatiently. "Can you tell me where Reuben is?" she answered, in a clear, firm voice, that she knew I must hear. "What does thee want, Emily?" cried Reuben from the piazza. "Mr. Morton wishes to see you," she replied, in the same tone that she would have used had my name been Mrs. Yocomb's, and then she passed out with her affianced.
Having insisted on Reuben's taking some also, I returned to the kitchen and made a new supply. Mr. and Mrs. Yocomb's extreme prostration, both mental and physical, perplexed me. Their idolized child was still unconscious, and yet they could only look on in wondering and perplexed anxiety.
"Here, take this brandy, and then let us do everything in our power to save life. I scarcely know what to do, but something must be done. If we can only do the right thing, all may yet be well." In a moment the weakness passed, and she was her brave, quiet self once more. "I won't fail you again," she said resolutely, as she tried to force a little brandy between Mrs. Yocomb's pallid lips.
"I'm not brave as he was, and every nearer peal of thunder shakes my very soul." Mr. Yocomb put his hand tenderly on her shoulder as he said: "My dear, foolish little child as if thy Father in heaven would hurt thee!" "Miss Warren," I said earnestly, "I have too little of Mr. and Mrs. Yocomb's faith; but it seems impossible that anything coming from heaven could harm you." She drew closer to Mr.
Keep this to yourself, and don't interpose any obstacles to my going next Monday. Don't worry about me. I'll keep up; and a man who will have to work as I must won't have time to mope. I won't play the weak fool, for I'd rather have your respect and Mrs. Yocomb's than all Mr. Hearn's millions; and Miss Warren's respect is absolutely essential to me."
Good-night," and she gave my hand a quick, strong pressure, and went swiftly back to Mrs. Yocomb's room. Had my hand clasped only flesh and blood, bone and sinew? No, indeed. I felt that I had had within my grasp a gratitude and friendly regard that was so full and real that the warm-hearted, impulsive girl would not trust herself to express it in words.
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