Abbeville progress., 1914-06-13
CHAPT x.

7'bare WAS another than the foreman
,,bo was hammer than ordinary words
would have expressed, now tha' 'acN-
son Jones had stated, with what
saemed TO be finality, that he lntend
ad m continue at the business whlch
had made his fortune and had mace
! Ionesville. But Josie felt a stranse
need for reserve in her young ehlplo!-
er's presence, q need which she hau
not felt the night before and one Whlch
she could not explain.
Her impulse was to rush into eN-
travagance of praise after he had sent
the foreman out into the WORKS 10 .ell
the men that he should not sell MS
ratrimorv to the trust, but for some
reason which she would have found II
difficult to explain fully she said not a
word about it. Instead, she turned u
him with matter-of-fact expression aho
the words of commonplace occasions.
, Did you have a good nights rest
He felt like saying something lul
of emphasis, whether in access OF JOY
or sorrow he was not certain, out III
. knew that any words which he codi'
use TO her would be inadequate TO tur
: nish him relief. and so hailed her COLI
nonplace question with a thrill or rea
- relief.
NV back is broken" he said with a
= EXPRESSIVE grimace and wrltht
:. Who named that hotel?'
THE Grand?"
He nodded with another serlo-com
facial antic.
-e She laughed. Us it as bad as that
There are men in prison for dom
Is less than running a hotel like that
Of Almost he made the revelation OF the
m startling midnight wanderings, b'
ne caught himself in time.
ne why don't you open your uncle
10 homer" ~
J." "Mv uncle's home?" he said, a lit
~, startled.
| He had not thought of that. L
suggestion probably did more to dri
do home definitely to his inner mind I
true significance of his decision
take up- the business than ahythi
which had previously occurred. +
leu uncle's home!
ne, After his fathers death it had be
'ot- his home; it had been the only sen
lance of a home which he remember
and his memories of 1t were hal
enough in some details almost rel
Ient His uncle had been hard; he
had but little understanding OF boy
ture: the house had been sort
- nrison from which he could escape
intervals each day.
He had not even thought of open
II. It never had occurred to MIN
W ba could ever live another day OF
life there.
Rut now she spoke Of it, why I
The place was grim, old-fasnlohed
hospitable. forbidding, as so many
New England houses are, and as
msny more New England houses
ten years ago; but that atmospl
was more that of its occupant
that of the old place itself 1t
. have been a Joyous and free-mil
Jones who chose the site Tor II, II
WAS very beautiful; it must have
an artist Jones who chose the
for II for it's design was of that
= tiful. pure old colonia! which Cbal
skvscrapers) is the only architec
merit America has yet originated
than which nothing is more
beautiful; it must have been a S
Jones who added the great wing
for in that wing were bedrooms
ting rooms. and great dining
ouite plainly meant to welcome
= A.. guests.
His memories of the house
gloomy and unattractive, for fro
n the both his father and his mother
been taken to their final resting p
n had and in il he had spent few j
hours. All the happiness of his
4 Mr. in Jonesville were associated wit
that homes of others, public places,
/ EN-. doors; he had heard very little
han a ter in the old homestead. But mi
; tenn. not house happiness? He realize
: gave il would make an ideal settin
Gosh, pure Joy. Still, it was in Jones
m all, That made him vince.
me al You don't think it will be nee
for me to live in this town. do