Mower County transcript., 1904-05-11
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spare. And so until the thing was alb
solutely certain he hesitated to explain
the situation to Helen for fear of dis
appointing her.
~ think you'd better wait, Helen,"
said he. '"There III be time enough for
all that later when it becomes neces-
sary."
"And in the meantime stay with Mrs.
Renwick?" flashed Helen.
eyes. hope it will not have to be for
very long"
"How long do you think, Harry ?"
pleaded the girl.
THAT depends on circumstances" re-
piled Thorpe
"Oh!' she cried Indignantly.
'Harry,'' she ventured after a time.
"why not write to Uncle Amos? His
wanting us to come to him seems to me
very generous"
"You will do nothing of the kind"
commanded Thorpe sternlv. "Amos
Thorpe is an unscrupulous man who
became unscrupulously rich. He delib-
erately used our father as tool and
then destroyed him. l consider that
any one of our family who would have
anything to do with him is traitorv'
The girl did not reply.
Next morning Thorpe felt uneasily
repentant for his strong language. Aft
er all, the girl did lead a monotonous
life, and he could not blame her for re-
belling against it from time to time.
Her remarks had been born of the re-
bellion; they had meant nothing in
themselves. He could not doubt for a
moment her loyalty to the family.
That night he wrote Wallace Carpen-
ter for $1,000.
Wallace Carpenter was not in town.
Before the letter had followed him to
his new address and the answer had
returned week had passed. OF course
the money was gladly put at Thorpe's
disposal. The latter at once inter-
viewed his sister.
"Helen," he said, II have made ar
rangements for some money. What
would you like to do this year!'
She raised her head and looked at
him with clear, bright gaze. II he
could so easily raise the money, why
had he not done so before? He knew
how much she wanted it. Her happi-
ness did not count. Only when his
Quixotic ideas of family honor were at
tackled did he bestir himself.
II am going to Uncle Amos" she re-
piled distinctly.
'What:" asked Thorpe incredulously.
For answer she pointed to letter ly-
ing OH the table. Thorpe took it and
read:
My Dear Niece-Both Mrs. Thorpe and
myself more than rejoice that time and
reflection have removed that | must con-
fess, natural prejudice which the unfor-
tunate family affair, to which I will not
allude, raised in your mind against US.
AS we said long ago. our home is yours
when you may wish to make it So You
state your present readiness to come i'm
mediately. Unless you wire to the con-
trary we shall expect you next Tuesday
evening on the 4:4O train. l shall be at
the Central station myself to meet you.
IT your brother is now with you should
he pleased to see him also and will be
most happy to give him position with
lA1S 1lIN. All. your uncle,
AMOS THORPE.
New York, June 6, 1883.
On finishing the last paragraph the
reader crumpled the letter and threw
it into the CRATE.
Il am sorry that you did that, Hell
en- said he, ''but don't blame you,
and it can't be helped. We won't need
to take advantage of his kind offer
now"
II intend to do so, however," replied
the girl coldly.
"What do you mean?'
"I mean," she cried, ''that am sick
Of waiting on your good pleasure. I
waited and slayed and stood unbear-
able things for two years. l did it
cheerfully, and in return l don't get a
civil word, not decent explanation,
not even a-caress" She fairly sobbed
out the last word. II can't stand it
any longer. 1 have tried and tried and
tried, and then when I've come to YOU
for the littlest word of encouragement
you have told me 1 was young and
ought to finish my education. You
haven't cent when it is a question Of
what I want, but you raise money
quick enough when your old family is
1nsulted. Isn't it my family too? And
then you blame me because. after
wa1t1ng IN vain Tor two years Tor you
to do something, l start out to do the
best can for myself. I'm not of age,
but you're not my guardian.'
During this long speech Thorpe had
stood motionless, growing paler and
paler. Like most noble natures, when
absolutely in the right he was incapa-
ble Of defending himself against mis-
Understandings. ~
you know that is not true, Helen"
he replied, almost sternly.
1T is true" she asseverated, "and
I'm through"
Its little hard" said Thorpe, pass
Ing his hand wearily before his eyes,
ITO work hard this way for years and
them
She laughed with a hard little note
Of scorn.
"Helen,'' said Thorpe, with new ener-
gy, Il forbid you to have anything to
do with Amos Thnrro +h;n1r / =, .