The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1909-05-04

of himself that Judy wished now that
he had less seIf-control. She feared
Then care for what had still to be done
took hold of her. She took her sister
away to prepare a little basket of food
and wine for Colonel Ogilvie and the
men with him; they would need some
sustenance on their long, arduous jour-
ney. Those kindly offices kept both
women busy whilst Colonel Ogilvie
was putting on warm clothes for the
joined him. When they were alone she
said to him somewhat timidly:
You will be tender. dear. with JOY?
The child is young. and a harsh word
spoken in anger at a time when she is
high-strung and nervous and t rs and
frightened might be a lasting sorrow
to her!'' She half expeeted that he
would resent her speaking at all. She
putting his hands kindly on her should
ers. he said:
BE quite easy in your mind on that
subject, wife. Joy has all my love:
harsh word to her. I love her too well
to give her pain. at the moment or to
think of afterwards. She shall have
nothing but care and tenderness and
such words as you would yourself wi h
spoken" The mother was comforted
for the moment. But then came
thought. born Of her womanhood. that
the kt enest pain which could be for
Inc woman WOulQ through hSr con-
Germ for the man. She had little doubt
as to what her husbands action would
be if his suruises as to Sfr. Hardy
should prove to be correct. And such
would mean the blighting of poor Joys
life. She would dearly have loved to
demonstrate her husband on the sub
Ject; and she would have done SO
whatever might have been the conse-
auences to herself, but that she feared
that any ill-timed expostulation might
be harmful to her daughter. All the
motherhood in her was awake. and
nerved her to endure in silence. The
only other words she said as she kissed
her husband were:
Goodbye for a while, dear God
keep you in ali dangers of the road
and-and in all the far greater dangers
that may come to you at the end of
it. My love 20 JOY! Be good to her
and never forget that she. can suffer
most through any one dear to h.r
Bring her home to me. safe and-and
nap w. ~ -. Her s,s,, voice d broke
Ogilvie was a determined man. and in
some ways a harsh and cruel one: bat
he was q man and understood. He took
his wife in his arms and kissed her
foDdly. strokipg her dark hair VIII 7rein
the silver threads were showing. Then
he passed OUT in silence.
BY the door of the car he found Judy
who said:
ct have put in your superior will
want it dear-and also Supper for the
men. And OH! Lucius. don't forget. for
poor Joys sake. that this day you hold
her heart-which is her life-in your
handr'
This added responsibility flied the
cup of Colonel Ogilvie's Indignation
Already his conscience was ouickening
and his troubles-the agitation to his
feelings-were almost more than he
could bear. He would have Liked to
make some cynical remark to Judy:
but before he could think of anyth ng
sufficiently biting. the motor which had
been throbbing violently started.
Before the angry man could attempt
to get his self-possession he was gag
ing past the two shrouded figures be
fore him and across the luminous arc
of the lamps out into the night The
darkness seemed to sweep by him as
he rushed on his way to Scotland.
When he had gone Judy turned to
her sister and said:
81 was going to give him Joys dress
ing bag and a change of dress to take
with him. She will want them. poor
dear. after n long day of travel and a
night in strange place But I have
thought of a better pan"
And that?" asked the anxious
mother.
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