The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1906-08-17

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CHAPTER XVIII.
YN a few days Louis was able 10 be
removed to the valley, but his re-
covery was flow, and DR.. Braide
i strongly advised against his return
to the east ~ q proprietor in the mine,
Louis was now doubly anxious to be
on the ground, but being prevented
from that he called on Rob for fire.
quent personal reports, which the sen.
ior partner was very glad to make. r.
At last the day came when Ann de-
cided to leave Louis In his care and
return to her mother, desperately de-
termined to test her new found happi-
ness and her love, though she did not
put 1t thus.
Raymond received the announcement
Of her plan with outward composure.
though he said sadly: "Now that ]
know more about your life in the east,
I am not 80 sure I can make you hap
py, even with q million. I've lost my
ambition to be rich, for what could
give you, who have had everything?
l am going to dee to my mountain.
I can't bear to see you take the train,
and ( will not say goodby. will wait
as patiently as l can till you send for
me, and II you feel that you-that I
am not fitted to make you happy !
viii not complain" And they parted
with only clasp OF hands.
On the Journey eastward Ann had a
great deal Of time to think, and the
farther she descended upon the plain
the more certain It seemed that she
was leaving It all beh1nd-Raymond,
the good Barnetts and all-and sad
ness which lay beyond tears seized up
on her. She felt, too, that Louis was
growing out Of her life. He would
soon be man In the world Of men.
/ However, she approached New York
on q glorious incoming in May, and the
North river was 4 glittering spread Of
leaping wapelets tossed into the sun
light by brisk southwesterly wind, |
and her spirits rose with q; bound. :.
> The morning wa6 deliciously cool and
very brilliant with sunlight, and 40 she
rolled through Madison. square and en-
tered upon the joRef*aveilue the girls
throat dlIad with sai sob of, JOY The
generous, good mountains had not
merely ln1ed her 10 themselves, teach
Ing her to love them, they had restored
her sanity and the power to enjoy the
Rii1tr rot sunbeams anywhere. In the
world. She was elate, throbhin1 with
recovered love; az life, with the regain
Joy Of being young, and, best Of all,
she found herDeh looking back each |
With r,n1im1nished, affection |
to the high. peaAA. Into this moment Of
citation t4e thQneht Of her mother in
truded with chilling effect. 4
The complete lack Of sympathy be-
tween mother and daughter dated from
the day Of her birth, Tor she had never
known maternal care. From the time
she could speak paid servants and
teachers guided her In feminine ways.
The cold and smileless woman who
gave her birth was being Of another
world. No caresses were ever invited
BY the mother, and none was ever Of
fered by the child. Even the compan-
ionship Of the gentle, impulsive father
was cut short or interdicted altogether
during melancholy periods by bis wife's
exacting demands.
. When Louis came the father revolt
Cd, refusing TO be forever at the whim
Of bis wife. He gave up attendance
upon her and devoted himself to the
children. This, Ann afterward recall
ed, was the beginning Of her mother
morbid seclusion. Thsn came board
Ing school, from which she was called
10 receive her ather's last words. and
these admomtidns, gently spoken, with
/ sad sweetness Of tone, like the dying
hum Of a bell, she had never forgot
ten. She had been q mother 10 Louis,
md she was coming back low with
he Consciousness Of duty well per-
formed. but 90 she approached the
towering ;w8A Of tie grsat apartment
1ote3 in winch her mother made her
home she lost courage ana the reso9n
don she bad made to forget their dr.
:erences and TO cpnd11e her perp3ext
les died away.
MrA Anafd rece4aetahesym bednxead>
ng-sfH was forever NdhE useless
impassivesy satd, what an
ueaFthly hour to arrtve!'
Ann took her lax hand and bent and
1ssed her chfll bps. 'cHoW are you
ceiling, motherw she asked tenderly.
Miserable, and Mr.. Allard Is away,
y usual" she replied, with a bitter
rown. Your letters- were .very tzE-'