The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-05-05


revelations differed from the first and
were OF the earth. earthly. Ny moth.
er's. pure soul must have revolted, but
she was not strong enough to drag IA.
Their from his allegiance. Mother was
of better family than father, but they
were both well educated and bad the
best schooling to be had ia their day.
SO far as / can Judge. mother always
had more balance than father and
much better jpdgment-yet look at her
nowI"
Then You think 1t was your fathers
disappearance that, really caused her
mind to, waver?" asked Waitstill.
~ do, indeed. i don't know what
happened between them in the way OF
religious differences nor how much I'M
happiness these may have caused. |
remember she had an illness when we
first came here to live and I was a
little chap OF three or four, but that
was caused by the loss Of child, a
girl. who lived only few weeks. She
recovered perfectly, and her head was
as clear as mine for d year or two
after father went away. AS his letters
grew less frequent as news of him
gradually ceased to come, she became
more and more silent and retired more
completely into herself. She never
went anywhere nor entertained visi-
tors because she did not wish to hear
the gossip and speculation that were
going ON in the village. Some of it
was very hard for a wife to bear, and
she resented it Indignantly, yet never
received a word from father with
which to refute it At this time, as
nearly as can judge, she was a
recluse and subject to periods OF pro-
found melancholy. but nothing. worse.
Then she took that winter journey to
her sisters deathbed, brought home
the boy, and, FASTENED by exposure
and chill and grief, | suppose, her
mind gave way-that's ALL" And Ivory
sighed drearily as he stretched him
self on the greensward and looked of
toward the snowclad New Hampshire
hills. '1'ye meant to write the story
Of the 'Cochrane craze some time or
such part of It as has to do with my
family history, and you shall read it il
you ike
II should like very much to read your
account. Aunt Abby's version, for in
stance. is so different from Uncle
Bart's. that one can scarcely find the
truth between the two, and fathers
bears no relation to that of any of the
others"
Some Of US see facts and others see
Visions replied Ivory, "and these diff
ferences of opinion crop up in the vii
lage every day when anything note
worthy is discussed. came upon a
quotation in my reading last evening
that described 1t, One said it thunder
ed; another that an angel spake.'"
do you feel as if your father was
dead, Ivory?"
II can only hope so. That thought
brings sadness with 1t, as one remem.
beers his disappointment and failure,
but il he is alive he is a traitor
There was a long pause. and they
could see in the distance Humphrey
Barker with his clarionet and Pllny
Wcterhouse with his bass VOL driving
up to the churchyard fence to hitch
their horses. The sun was dipping low
md red behind the Town House hill on
the other side of the river.
What makes my father dislike the
very mention Of yours" asked Wait
still 81 know what they say-that 1t
Is because the two men hnd high words
once in a Cochrane meeting. when ia
Their tried to interfere with some OF the
exercises and was put out of doors. It
doesn't seem as IL that grievance, sew
enteen or eighteen years ago. would
influence his opinion. of your mother
or Of YOU"
ut isn't likely that man of your fa-
Tiers sort would forget or forgive
what he considered an injury. and in re-
fusing = have anything to do with the
son OF disgraced man and a deranged
woman be Is well within his rights"
Ivory's cheeks burned red under the
tan, and his hand trembled a little as
he plucked bits OF clover from the
gre !. and pulled them to pieces absent
m. ldedly How are you getting on at
home these days, Waitstill:' he asked,
as IL to turn his own mind and ners
from n too painful subject. 81
"You have troubles enough Of your
own without hearing mine. Ivory, and
anyway they are not big aflictions, 4
heavy sorrows, like those you have to
bear. Mine are Just petty, nagging.
sordld, cheap little miseries. like gnat
bites-so petty and so sordid that l can
hardly talk to God about them. much
less to a human friend Patty Is my
only outlet and need others, yet
end it almost impossible to escape from
the narroyness Of my life and be of
use to any one else" The girls voice
quivered and single teardrop on her
cheek showed that she was speaking
from full heart. "This afternoons
talk has determined me on one thing"
she went on. Il am going to see your
mother now and then. shall have to
do It secretly, for your sake. for hers
and for my own, but If am found out
then / win 60 openly. There must be
times when nna can fraais tho invvar