The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1919-12-26

not the SANDER and not our own fear
Of II. 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 1t
frightens mel Let me explain little:
don't think he'll change-at twenty
one or twenty-five SO many things ap-
pear solid and permanent and terrible
which forty sees are nothing but dis
appearing miasma. Forty can't tell
twenty about this; that's the pity Of
It'll Twenty can find out only BY get
ting to be forty. And 80 We come to
this. dear: VIII you live your own life
your way. or Georges wayf I'm going
a little further, because II would be
fatal not to be wholly frank now.
George win act toward you only AZ
your long worship Of him, your sac
rifces-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 selfiess and
perfect motherhood. I 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 won
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. Isabel2 Can you make the
fight2 I promise you that II you will
take heart for It, you will find so quick
ly that 1t 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; promise 1t.
What is good In him will grow so fine,
once you have beaten the turbulent
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"Your brother, that good friend, is
waiting with such patience; I should
not keep him longer-and am saying
too much for wisdom, fear. But, oh.
my dear, won't you be strong-such a
little short strength 1t would need |
Don't strike my life down twice, dear
this time I've not deserved It.
EUGENE"
Concluding this missive, George
tossed 1t 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 1t, dear?"
Georges face was pale no longer,
but pink with fury. eyes, I did"
"All Of itT' she asked gently, as she
rose.
Certainly
She did not look at him, but kept her
eyes downcast upon the letter In her
hands, TREMENDOUSLY rearranging the
sheets in order as she spoke-and
though she smiled, her smile was as
tremulous as her hands. Nervousness
and an irresistible timidity possessed
her. I'll wanted to say, George" she
faltered. II felt that if--if some day
1t should happen-I mean, II you came
to feel differently about It, and Eu-
gene and THAT Is II we found that II
seemed the most sensible thing to do
I was afraid you might think 1t would
be a 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 II you-H you cared
for her.
Thus far she got stumblingly with
what she wanted to say, while George
watched her with q gaze that grew
harder and hotter; but here he cut her
on. 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 Q quick cry Of compass
lsicn. but he allowed her no opportunity
to speak. you needn't think I'm
making any particular sacrifce," h
said shD ply. though would, quickly
enough. II thought It necessary In Z
matter Of honor like this I was inter
ested In her. and I could even say
did care for her; but shs proved prett,
satisfactorily that she cared little
enough about mel The truth ID, ye'rs