The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1919-11-22

IL was not Eugene who told her
Nxhat had happened mt Isabel's door.
When she got home. she found Fanny
-Mfnafer waiting for her-a secret ex-
cursion OF Fanny's for the purpose. pre-
sumably. OF letting out" again: be-
cause that was what she did. She told
Locy everything Except her own Ia.
snsntable part In the production of the
yrccent miseries) and concluded with
ta tribute to George; 1.-THE worst OF IL
ID. he thinks he's been such a hero,
and Isabel does, too. and that makes
3hLn more than twice as awful. It's
me did was noble and perfect. He had
"a domineering nature to begin with,
lSznd she let II go on. and fostered II
atll Il absolutely ruled her. / never
saw a palmer case OF persons fault
.psaking them pay for having II i She
!. goes about, overseeing the packing
e-.and praising George and pretending TO
De perfectly cheerful about what he's
sdone. She pretends he did such fine
Athing--so manly and protective-go-
Ing to Mrs. Johnson. And so heroic
doing what his principles made him
even though he knew what IL would
cost him with you And oil the while
8t's almost killing her-what he said
A 10 your father She's always been
Lofty enough, so to speak. and had the
pgreatest idea OF the Ambersons being
superior 10 the rest of the world. and
-sail that. but rudeness, or anything like
scene or any bad manners-they
always just made her sick But she
could never see what Georges man
sners were-oh. It's been a terrible
adulation f.. It's going to be n task
for me, living I'm that big house, all
alone; you must come and see me-
Il mean after they've gone, OF course.
iFfl 20 crazy II / don't see something
'sf people. I'm sure you'll come as
A0ften as you can. l know you too well
10 think you'll be sensitive about COM
ING there. or being reminded OF
George. Thank heaven you're too we'll
balanced" Miss Fanny concluded.
with a profound fervor. 'you're too
wcil-balanced TO let anything affect
you deeply about that--that monkey
The four photographs and the paint
ed Florentine box went to their crema-
tisn within the same hour that Miss
trsnny spoke; and little later Lucy
raIied her father In. as he passed her
sdoor, and pointed to the blackened area
,son the undersldc OF tho mnntelpicce,
land 20 the burnt heap upon the coal,
where some metallic shapes still re-
tanned outline. She lung her arms
, about his neck Ia passionate sym
Pathy. telling him that she knew what
bad happened TO him; and presently
he begnn To comfort her and managed
an embarrassed laugh
swell. we'll" he said II was too
odd FOR such foollshness TO be getting
tRtO my head, anyhow"
''No, nor she sobbed. "And II you
knew how despise myself for-for
~~sver having thought one instant about
oh, Miss Fanny called him the right
name: that monkey He Isi'
~There, I think | agree with you"
Hugene said grimly. and In his eyes
there was n steady light OF anger that
wns 10 last. "Yes think agree with
syan about thatl'
there's only one thing to do with
ssuch a person" she said vehemently
rhnt's TO put him out OF our thoughts
= Ifoxever-forever
And yet. the next day, at six o'clock,
(which was the hour. Fanny had told
her. when George and his mother were
Ito leave upon their long Journey. Lucy
,t0Bched that scorched place on her
Imantel with her hand just as the little
rctock above II struck. Then. after this
todd. unconscious gesture. she went 10
"a window and stood between the cur
stains. looking out into the cold No
ivcmber dusk: and In spite OF every
Irensoning and reasonable power within
her, pain OF loneliness struck through
lhcr heart. The dim street below her
window. the dark houses across the
way. the vague air itsclf-all looked
empty. and cold aud (most OF ais UNI
undressing. Something more sombrc
than November dusk took the color
lerom them and gave them that mir OF
adesertion.
The light OF her IRE. tiickcring up
lhehInd her, SHOWED suddenly o flying
'frvup OF tiny snowilakes nearing the
wlndow-pane; aud for an Instant she
Eheht be there vainIy striving 10 con-
mite the gentle dead7 'In Gods name
what else could I have donef" For
~ mothers immutable silence was
s~rely answering him AZ Isabel In life
would never have answered him, and
~ was beginning to understand how
doquent the dead can be. They cnn-
not stop their eloquence. no matter
Row they have loved the living: they
cannot choose. And 30. no matter In
what agony George should cry out.
what else could I have doner and
20 the end or his iife no matter how
rffen ne made that Wild apDca; Isabel