The Glenwood post., 1920-02-28
Yes, mother"
She sighed family. "Td like"
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was another. "Just-just once" she
whispered. and then was still.
She seemed to have fallen asleep,
and George moved to go. but q faint
pressure upon his fingers detained
him, and he remained, with her hand
still pressed against his cheek. After
| while he made sure she was asleep,
and moved again, to let the nurse
come in, and this time there was no
pressure of the fingers to keep HIM
She was not asleep, but, thinking that
If he went he might get some rest, and
be better prepared for what she knew
was coming she commanded those
longing fingers of hers-and let him
go.
He found the doctor standing with
the nurse In the hall; and. telling
them that his mother was browsing
now. George went back to his own
room, where he was startled to find
his grandfather lying on the bed, and
his uncle leaning against the wall.
They had gone home two hours before,
and he did not know they had return
ed.
"The doctor thought we'd better
come over" Anderson said, then was
silent, and George, shaking violently,
sat down on the edge of the bed His
shaking continued, and from time to
time he wiped heavy sweat from his
forehead.
The hours passed, and sometimes
the old man upon the bed would snore
little, stop suddenly. and move as If
to rise, but George ANDERSON would
set hand upon his shoulder, and
murmur reassuring word or two.
Once George gasped defiantly:
THAT doctor in New York said she
might get better Don't you know he
did? Don't you know he said she
might?'
Anderson made no answer.
Dawn had been murking through
the smoky windows, growing strong
er for half an hour, when both men
started violently at a sound in the
hall; and the Major sat up on the bed.
1t was the voice of the nurse speaking
to Fanny Minafer and the next mo-
ment Fanny appeared in the doorway
making contorted efforts to speak.
Anderson said weakly: Does she
want us--to come in?"
But Fanny found her voice, and ut
tered long. loud cry. She threw her
arms about George, and sobbed in an
agony of loss and compassion:
"She loved yOu!" she walled. "She
loved you! She loved you! Oh, how
she did love your
Isabel had just left them.
Major Anderson remained dry-eyed
through the time that followed; he
knew that this separation from his
daughter would be short; that the
separation which had preceded it was
the long one. He worked at his
ledgers no more under his old gas
drop-light, but would sit all evening
staring into the fire, in his bedroom,
and not speaking unless someone ask
ed him question. He seemed almost
unaware of what went on around him,
and those who were with him thought
him dazed by Isabel's death, guessing
that he was lost in "reminiscences and
vague dreams. Probably his mind is
full of pictures of his youth, or the
Civil war, and the days when he and
mother were young married people
and all of us children were jolly little
things-and the city was a small town
with one cobbled street and the others
just dirt roads with board sidewalks"
This was George AmbersOn's conjec-
ture, and the others agreed; but they
were mistaken. The Major was en-
gagged in the prOfOundest thinking Of
his life. No business plans which had
ever absorbed him could compare In
momentousness with the plans that
absorbed him now, for he had to plan
how to enter the unknown country
where he was not even sure of being
recognized us an Amberson-nOt sure
of anything, except that Isabel would
help him If she could. The Major was
occupied with the first really impor-
tant matter that had taken his atten-
ton since he came home invaded, af-
ter the Gettysburg campaign, and
went into business, and he realized
that everything which had worried
him or delighted him during this life
time between then and today-all his
buying and building and trading and
banking-that it all was trifilng and
waste beside what concerned him now.
Meanwhile, the life of the little be-
reft group still forlornly centering up
on him began to pick up again, as life
will. and to emerge from its own perl
cd of daZedness. 1t was not IsabeIs
father but her son who was really
dazed.
A month after her death he walked
abruptly into Fanny's room, one night.
and found her at her desk, eagerly
adding columns of figures with which
she had covered several sheets of pa
per.
George! You startled me-"