The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1921-11-16

- 1881. b. Mcclure Newspaper syndtcsteJ.
Over and over again the thoughtful.
.studious Tremain impressed upon has
daughter the fact that she should
!. ssarry.. sF
Don't keep him waiting longer, my
child" he would urge, while the pain
q his dark, near-sighted eyes was all
1o0 evident. HE loves you. you love
AAm. and he is a fine fellow"
But. dsddy--let you live aloneY'
!. Qytie's St Cecilia face would lift to
SpcAn the expression behind his heavy
9pectacles.
'You have been wonderful daugh-
tAr: you have thought Of me always:
ssnow we must think Of you" He wns
smoothing her soft hair with thin
white hand. 81 wont have you left
alone--as Libbie Carson WIS when her
father went at last. 1t is your right
every woman's right-t0 marry" he
would stoutly affirm. but his heart
-quaked with the dread Of losing his
ariy life. k
And Clytie would look long out of
the window at the big empty Carson
home, across the Embroidered street.
It had been used as a hospital during
vthe war. Libbie-husbandless, child
less and the last of the Carsons--was
, wondering.
One February evening she stared
through the bare branches of the trees
until every gray-shuttered window
seemed to mock her with the eyes OF
starved ghosts. She twisted her hands
in an agony of indecisiOn: II can't
leave daddy for Race. If only mother
had lived!" Then she wept hysteri-
-caliy. Her father, buried in his books,
did rot hear, but her lover came upon
s.fcr unawares.
---- '-5lysie, darling lie whispered, "ier's
get married right away; you've kept
me waiting long enough a
''That-that's what daddy says, too"
she gulped weakly, from the pressure
of his strong arms.
"He does?' shouted Race. your
dads a brick!'' he added indignantly.
perhaps we can persuade him to live
with US, once we're married..
She shook her head to assure him
that her father never would, while
strange. new emotion hurried the heart
against his breast At that moment a
finger of light from the rising moon
touched the face Of the house across
THE street. 1t was fateful.
,a,bo,. ,laII., oo,l1 ~ nos.
.suaded," she whispered softly.
The ceremony was quiet one in the
big. flower-decked library. While ely
tie promised to love, honor and obey
Horace Townley. her subconscious mind
was an exclamation point: Move dad
Ndy and all these books to city apart
, ment! I" Then she was whirled away to
a Southern honeymoon.
Tremain's married sister stayed on
with him while Clytie was gone. He
would have preferred to be alone, with
the memory Of his daughter and the
unobtrusive ministrations Of the
elderly hOusekeeper Aunt Emma
wasn't used to his ways, she was a
fusser and managed to mislay his
books and papers with her constant
tidying.
The boclsworm was frequently driven
from the house by her industry. The
sight OF feather duster. with long
handle, in her capable hands. was the
sagnal for his departure. 1T will do
him good, was her brisk answer
10 the old housekeeper when she
demonstrated "Clytie let her father
have too much of his own way.
But land alive what could one expect
Nrom child with such heather
name? He isn't fifty yet, aud he moves
about like an old man.
+ The harassed man ceased. at last, to
!. slam the outer door. as violent re-
proach 10 his oflicious relative. He be-
gan to enjoy his long walks in the keen
March air and bright sun. His eye
sight began to improve, his stopped
shoulders Strengthened perceptibly. and
his long limbs were acquiring a rhyth-
mic swing in place Of the former
wabble. Aunt Emma smiled behind
her buster.
The glowing bride stepped from the
-gangplank into her fathers strong
grip.
"why. Daddy" she gasped, sis II
really your"
>'You may thank, or blame. your
aunt for this coat Of tan" smiled
Tremain when he had greeted the
beamlng Race. But who Is thisr
Forgive me. Miss Carson" Clytie
sweetly apologized TO fair woman
with smiling blue eyes, who stood be-
hind her, 1--WE met her on the boat
Daddy-you remember--from the house
across the street,"
.IJbble-Iibbie Carson" Tremain
mad taken both gloyed hands which
the laughing woman held out.
Morse Treinain--you don't look
day over fortyW
The young folk had turned away to