The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1919-12-12

not the SANDER and not our own fear
Of 1t, because we haven't any, but
someone else's fear Of it-your sons.
And, oh, dearest woman in the world,
| know what your son is to you, and it
frightens me! Let me explain O little:
don't think he'll change-at twenty
one or twenty-five so many things APP
pear solid and permanent and terrible
which forty sees are nothing but dis
appearing miasna. Forty can't tell
twenty about this; that's the pity of
it! Twenty can find out only by get
ting to be forty. And so we come to
this, dear: viii you live your own life
your way, or Georges way? I'm going
little further, because 1t would be
fatal not to be wholly frank now.
George will act toward you only as
your long worship of him, your sac
riices-all the unseen little ones every
day since he was born-will make him
| act. Dear, it breaks my heart for you,
but what you have to oppose now is
the history Of your own selfess and
perfect motherhood. remember say
ing once that what you worshiped in
your son was the angel you saw in him
and I still believe that is true Of
every mother. But in a mothers wor-
ship she may not see that the will in
her son should not always be offered in
cense along with the angel. / grow sick
with fear for you-for both you and
me-when think how the will against
us two has grown strong through the
| love you have given the angel-and
| how long your own sweet will has
served that other. Are you strong
enough, Isabel? Can you make the
fight2 ! promise you that If you will
take heart for it, you will find so quick
ly that it has all amounted to nothing.
You shall have happiness. and, in a
little while, only happiness. You need
only to write me line-I can't come
| to your house-and tell me where you
will meet me. We will come back in
a month, and the angel in your son
will bring him to you; I promise it.
What is good in him will grow so fine,
once you have beaten the turbulent
will-but 1t must be beaten!
"Your brother, that good friend, is
waiting with such patience; should
not keep him longer--and am saying
too much for wisdom, fear. But, oh,
my dear, won't you be strong such
little short strength it would need!
Don't strike my life down twice, dear
this time I've not deserved it.
EUGENE"
/ Concluding this missive, George
tossed it abruptly from him SO one
sheet fell upon his bed and the others
upon the floor; and at the faint noise
of their falling Isabel came, and, kneel-
ing, began to gather them up.
''Did you read it, dear?"
Georges face was pale no longer,
but pink with fury. eyes, did,"
"All Of it?' she asked gently, as she
rose. s
"Certainlyw
/ She did not look at him, but kept her
eyes downcast upon the letter in her
hands, TREMENDOUSLY rearranging the
|
though she smiled, her smile was as
tremulous as her hands. Nervousness
and an irresistible timidity possessed
her. IL wanted to say, George" she
faltered. II felt that if-if some day
1t should happen--I mean, If you came
to feel differently about 1t, and Eu-
gene and THAT is If we found that 1t
seemed the most sensible thing to do
I was afraid you might think 1t would
be little queer about-Lucy. mean
if-if she were your step-sister. OF
course, she'd not be even legally re-
lated to you, and If you-if you cared
for her"
Thus far she got stumbllngly with
what she wanted to say, while George
watched her with gaze that grew
harder and hotter; but here he cut her
off. II have already given up all idea
Of Lucy" he said. Naturally,
couldn't have treated her father as ]
deliberately did treat him-I could
hardly have done that and expected his
daughter ever to speak to me again.
Isabel gave quick cry of compass
sion, but he allowed her no opportunity
to speak. ''You needn't think I'm
making any particular sacrifice" he
said sharply, though would. quickly
enough. if thought it necessary in q
matter of honor like this. was inter
ested in her, and / could even say
did care for her; but she proved pretty
satisfactorily that she cared little
enough about mel The truth is, were
not congenial and we'd found thai
much out at least, before she left. We
should never have been happy; she
was superior all the time. and critical
Of me-not very pleasant. thatl
don't think she has the very deepest
r nature in the world, and"
= But Isabel put her hand timidly OF
t his arm. George, dear, this Is only :
: quarrel; all young people have then
3 before they get adjusted, and YOU
j mustn't let"