Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1901-08-01
The Return
OF Mary.
BY W. z. ROSE.

The air was growing chill in the
early twilight when Mary Hamerton
opened the little garden gate and went
swiftly down the path TO her fathers
house. How familiar everything look
ed! How few changes 10 years had
wrought! No doubt the greatest change
was to confront her within the old
home. She slipped through the I'M
locked doorway into the kitchen. There
was young woman there, a young
woman who looked up with startled
eyes when Mary entered. But Mary
explained her presence in a few words,
and the young woman, whose heart
was tender, listened with a suspicion
of tears in her eyes and gladly second
ed her suggestions. And Mary learned
that the young woman was the daugh-
ter of a neighboring farmer, who had
come over to care for Gilbert Blair and
his home. No; the old man was not, as
Mary had feared, in failing health. He
was feeble, it was true. and kept TO his
chair and his reading more, but he was
not ill., Yes. he was in the sitting room
now in the old rocker by the fireplace.
The young woman had just fixed the
lamp for him. and he had taken up his
book. Would Mary go to him now?
No, Mary would wait little.
AS she looked about the familiar
room memories rushed upon her that
filed her eyes with tears-the gentle
mother who had passed away when she
needed mother most; the aunt whose
rigid rule had imbittered the child's
life; the father whose iron will had
found in her a will fully as strong and
whose harsh words had driven her
from his door and into the great world
beyond. Perhaps she had been wrong
TO brave him as she did. but her soul
her life in the dull little hamlet She
wanted knowledge; she wanted society.
There had been a wordy strife, and she
had gone forth.
Later on, when she had established
/ herself in the city by the lake and the
cruel days of the early struggle seemed
passed. she had written to him, but he
had not answered. She wrote again.
Her letter was returned. He was very
hard and very unforgiving. Occasion
ally she heard of him in indirect ways
Once she met a man from the neigh
| borhood. and he told her that her ia
Their never spoke of her and never per-
mitted her name to he mentioned in
his hearing.
And so the years passed. Is of them,
and then a great longing to see her ia
Their came TO her. 1t came 10 her after
| the death of her child. And so she
was here.
Mary put huge apron over her trav-
cling dress and went TO work. She
had not forgotten her cunning. The
abiding places of the dishes came back
to her: the recipes of long ago were
swiftly recalled. The young woman
watched her quick movements with
fascinated eyes. Mary wanted TO pre-
pare the evening meal alone. and she
had her way.
Presently she glanced a little anx-
iously at the clock. Then she smoothed
| down her apron and went forward TO
the sitting room door. The old man
did not hear her approach She looked
at him a moment before she spoke. No;
he was not greatly changed-grayer
and thinner; that was all.
Father" she said.
He looked around.
"Why. it's Mary" he said. 81 was
Just dreaming of you. | had fallen
asleep So you have come backT
Mary did not move from the door
way.
YES" she said. 81 have come back"
A whimsical smile fiuttered across her
face do you want wheat cakes for
supper tonight, fatherY
The old man stared a little. Then
he nodded and turned and looked closer
at his prodigal daughter. But she did
not wait for him TO speak.
VERY we'll" she said and vanished.
She laughed as she came back to the
kitchen. There was a suspicion of sad
ness in her merriment, but she nodded
as if satisfied with her reception
at is the right way" she said.
She was busy with her cakes when a
slight noise in the doorway drew her
attention. She turned and saw her
father looking at her.
II dreamed just now that you came
| TO me and said you had come Dack,
be cried in a querulous tone.
"Yes. | have come back" returned
Mary as she bent again over her
cakes.
"It's really you. Mary. is itf"
YES"
Muttering softly to himself the old
man turned from the doorway and
sought bis accustomed place by the
| Preside.
As be seated himself a smile crept
| over bis features. IL was a smile of
| triumph.
When Mary had the meal quite
ready. she left affairs in charge Of the
young woman and sought her father.
He looked up as she paused in the
doorway He had been nodding az the
FIRE. The smile OF triumph still lin