The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1909-10-02

its long days are indelibly photo
graphed upon my mind, can see Mrs.
Graham walking around with her
stony calmness. directing everything,
and receiving all efforts at sympathy
with the same impenetrable air of re.
serve and the same proud dignity
which forbade pity and discouraged in.
timacy.
We realized also that we had known
her only when exhausted nature had
rebelled at the strain imposed upon
1t, when her vitality had little by lit.
tie been Slapped away and the long
continued tension of her nerves was
about to snap at this last turning of
the screw.
So we were Obliged to stand sorrow
fully aloof and watch her prepare for
her last journey with Harry Graham.
We could only hope that after a while
the bitterness of grief might pass
away--that she might forget what she
had already forgiven, and think of
! him only as the boy who had loved
! and married her. And this we hoped.
knowing that God is merciful and tine
Cffaces much.
Once | found her gazing at the pic.
ture of her child.
II am going home to him." she said
he needs me. There is much he
must be taught-self-denia honesty,
forbearance-all of life's lessons He
good man"
Only at the last, as she stood in the
door closely yelled and ready for the
long journey home, which she insisted
upon undertaking alone did she relax
even a little. Then she drew me to
her and kissed me,
Some time she said, later on,
will write to you. And some time
will see you again. You were very.
very good to me, and | thank you
Good-by."
Thus she passed out of our lives,
and we settled down again, a little
graver, perhaps, and a little less apt
to treat every subject as joke. Eliz.
abeth said she did not love the ocean
as much as formerly, while Gabrielle
confessed she often went out of her
way to avoid seeing the little house
on the shore, now lonely and unoccu-
pied. AS for me, | often awoke with
start, thing | heard Mrs. Graham
calling me, and half expecting to find
her standing beside my bed, waiting
for me to go out with her just as dawn
was breaking.
1t was then that our friendship for
Lady Edith ripened into love- She
was so sympathetic, so gentle, and so
patient with the strange attitude as.
sumed by poor Mrs. Graham. One
could not but admire woman whose
every advance was frigidly repealed,
yet made no comment and expressed
no surprise, but quietly did all in her
power to help sister woman through
the deep waters that engulfed her.
Her charity was extended to Mr..
Graham also, and, while no explana-
ton nor excuse seemed possible re-
garding him, she covered his past with
a mantle Of silence, in effect some.
what resembling the soft powdering of
freshly fallen snow upon the mire of
the streets
Let us not talk about him." she
once said gently, when we were dis
cussing the subject. HE is dead. Per
haps he was tempted beyond his
strength-who knows?"
She spent much time with us at the
cottage, and although the strain we all
felt more or less was apparent in the
pallor of her cheeks and the black
circles about her eyes, her quiet cheer
fulness never failed, and she was al.
ways ready to respond to any appeal
for advice or assistance. We grew to
depend greatly upon her, and felt as
though we had known her always.
Not so Lord Wilfrid A card left
formally at Mrs. Graham's door was
the only indication he gave of any
knowledge of the deplorable event
which had shaken our little communi-
ty to its foundations, and not even
his sister could induce him to do any
thing more.
Hang 1t ALL" he said roughly, one
evening when she had urged upon him
the necessity of at least Offering to be
OF any assistance in his power. why
should ] mix myself up in It? The
man is dead and, from all accounts,
It seems good radiance"
But, Wilfrid, dear, remember we
knew them before we met them here.
1t does not seem kind"
She paused for he interrupted, with
a disagreeable laugh
"We knew them--yes, so we did.
Why should | forget it2 I have done
all | ever mean to do for him. And
don't ask me to go near that house
where he lies dead-his wife looks and
looks at you with her big solemn eyes,
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