The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1919-11-13

las you're answering-evaded, and
tried to be gentle! I don't care to be
handled with gloves! I tell you I was
right, and I don't need any coddling
by people that think I wasn't! And
l suppose you believe I was wrong not
to let Morgan see her that last night
when he came here, and she-she was
dying. If you do, why in the name of
God did you come and ask me? You
could have taken him in! She did
want to see him. She"
Miss Fanny looked startled. "You
think"
"She told me sol" And the tortured
young a choked. "She said-just
once She said I'D like to have seen
him-just once! She meant-to tell
him goodbye! That's what she
meant! And you put this on me, too;
you put this responsibility on me!
But l tell you, and I told Uncle
George, that the responsibility isn't
all mine! If you were so sure I was
wrong all the time-when I took her
away, and when I turned Morgan oat
If you were so sure, what did you
let me do it for? You and Uncle
George were grown people, both of
you, weren't you? You were older
than I, and if you were so SURE you
were wiser than 1, why did you just
stand around with your hands hanging
down, and let me go ahead? You
could have stopped it if it was wrong,
couldn't youY
Fanny shook her head. "No, George"
she said slowly. Nobody could have
stopped you. You were too strong,
and"
"And what?" he demanded loudly.
"And She loved you-too WELL"
George stared at her hard, then his
lower lip began to move convulsively,
and he set his teeth upon it but could
not check its frantic tw%itching.
He ran out Of the room.
She sat still, listening. He had
plunged into his mothers room, but no
sound came to Fanny's ears after the
sharp closing Of the door; and pres
emily she rose and stepped out into
the hall-but could hear nothing.
What interview was sealed away from
human eye and ear within the lonely
darkness on the other side of that
door-in that darkness where Isabel's
W special chairs were, and her own
special books, and the two great wal
nut wardrohes filled with her dresses
and wrapsN What tragic argument
might be there vainly striving to con
flute the gentle dead? "In Gods name,
what else could I have done?" For
his mothers immutable silence was
surely answering him as Isabel in life
would never have answered him, and
he was beginning to understand how
eloquent the dead can be. They can
not stop their %eloquence, no matter
how they have loved the living; they
cannot choose. And so. no matter in
what agony George should cry out,
"What else could I have done?' and
to the end of his life no matter how
often he made that wild appeal, Isabel
was doomed to answer him with the
wistful, faint murmur.
"T'd like to have-seen him. Just
once"
A superstitious person
might have thought 1t unfortunate that
Fanny's partner in speculative indus
try as in Wilbur's disastrous rolling
mills, was that charming but too hap
hazardous man Of the world, George
Anderson. He was one Of those OPP
timists who believe that II you put
money into a great many enterprises
one Of them is sure to turn out a for
tune, and therefore, in order to find
the lucky one, it Is only necessary to
go into a large enough number Of them.
"You ought to have thought Of my
record and stayed out" he told Fanny,
one day the next spring, when the af-
fairs Of the headlight company had
begun to look discouraging. Things
do look bleak, and I'm only glad you
didn't 60 into this COMPOUNDED thing
to the extent I did,"
Miss Fanny grew pink. "But it must
GO right" she protested. 1--WE saw
with our own eyes how perfectly it
worked out in the shop. 1t simply"
ooh, you're right about that" Am
berson said. "It certainly was a per-
feet thing-in the shopw
'But think of that test on the road
when we"
"That test was lovely" he admitted
''The inventor made us happy with his
oratory, and you and Frank Bronson
and I went whirling through the night
at q speed that thrilled US. We must
never forget it-and we W shall
It cost"
"But something must be DONE"
1T must indeed! My something
would seem to be leaving my watch a
my uncle's. Luckily, you"
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