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"'I was dying, she said; 'you've come back to save me, Abraham. "My father did not speak then, he lifted my mother from off the stone, and together we three walked home. Lettie lingered, the shadow with her. Was that the young girl? I could not quite discern." Mr. Axtell stopped in his narration, walked out of the village of Dead Percivals, and to his mother's new-made grave. He came back soon.
God, the Infinite, has given me comprehension of such women, has given me His own loving pity, in little human grains, it is true, but they come from "the shining shore." "Miss Axtell does want me," I thought; "she is right, I am gladness to her." "Will you go?" came from the invalid.
"Come!" was the sole word that met my entering in; then followed two small acts, supposed to be conventionalities. Isn't it good that all suppositions are not based upon truth? I thought it good then. I hope I may away on to the dawning of the new life. This was my first seeing of Miss Axtell in her self-light. She said,
Dick was ruminating on the loss of Ellis, whose position in the line had been right at his elbow, and with whom he had learned to work with flawless precision on the defense. And Bert would miss sorely the swift and powerful coöperation of Axtell at right half. Those two in the back field had been an army in themselves. "The whole team is shot to pieces," groaned Tom.
Axtell had lifted to look out into the night for her, asked, "should I be cold, if she left it open?" looked contentment at my negative answer, rolled the lounge out to where her easy-chair was still vibrating in memory of her late presence, made me its occupant, reached out for the package over which I had been guardian, pinioned it between her two beautiful hands, laid it down one moment to wrap a shawl around me, then, resuming it, sat where she had when she said, "I want to tell you a story," and perhaps she was praying.
"You've learned the contents, I presume," he said, with untold sarcasm. "Woman's curiosity digs deeply, when once aroused." "You've been taught of woman in a sad school, I fear. I'll forgive the faults of your education, Mr. Axtell. Have you any more remarks to me? I'm waiting." "Do you know the contents of the letter that made Lettie so anxious?"
There's yet one way more, after the lightning-stroke comes, something unutterable, something that canopies the soul with doom, and forever the spirit tries to raise its wings and fly away, but every uplifting strikes fire, until, singed, scorched, burnt, wings grow useless, and droop down, never more to be uplifted." Mr. Axtell drooped his arms, as if typical of the wings he had described.
Axtell had walked to the lounge from which I had risen, still speaking in the voice that has much of tone without much sound. "No, she did not seem to hear it." "She must be sleeping very deeply," the brother said; and as he spoke, he cautiously uplifted a fold of the hangings. What was it that came over his face, made visible even in the gloom of the room? Something terrible. "What is it?"
Dick plunged through left guard and tackle for a gain of five yards. Axtell went through right for two more. Then the ball was given to Bert, and he went through the hole opened up by Drake and Boyd for eight more. They had gained their distance and the ball was still in their possession on the fifty yard line.
After disturbing the equilibrium of thought-realm, and nearly giving my mind a new axis of revolution, I decided to think no more of it. I could not, would not, believe that Abraham Axtell had gone up any Moriah of sacrifice, and been permitted to let fall the knife upon his victim. His life must have been a dream, an illusion; he only wanted awakening to existence.
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