Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1936-01-10
More Than Love:
By LEWIS ALLEN BROWNE

KOHL 1891, OF hLNC EE/t1 ChEO SLN0b ~
:, land-the first since he had gone in
to hiding and had used the pen name
of Paul Justin-his sister saw thai
he was in great distress.
She did not suspect that it was over
the handsome illustrations because he
knew that jeanette had made them
She thought it was because he had to
use false name on his work.
LELAND, I'm miserable over your
sacrifice" she told him one day. 81
cannot let it go on"
Everything is serene. When Sum-
ny is about five we'll get out Of here
and settle in some little Italian town,
don't worry" he would say.
"But it is all because I was such
blind fool. knew that you never
liked-the man I married. / knew
when you warned me, that-or I
thought that I was and because let
my heart run away with my head !
have ruined my life and yours"
"Hush, there is no question of my
duty to my sister. We all err at
times-I'll see you through" he would
scold at her in his mild way.
He would have been surprised and
miserable if he had known of the
many nights she wept because of this
thing-and not a tear was for the
dead Vance Harlow. To her the trag-
edy was that she had ruined her be-
loved brothers career and had upon
her soul the horrible knowledge that
she had killed her sons father.
What if little Leland should learn
the truth in after years? He would
never quite know the circumstances.
She talked to Leland about this
now and then, making sure that the
little boy was asleep, for he was be-
ginning to understand words and even
at this tender age something might
cling to his memory.
Over and over, with great patience,
for he knew how she was suffering,
Leland pointed out to his sister that
once in Italy they would adopt new
names and the little boy would never
know.
Jeanette, miserable yet brave, agar
went down to Wytheville and out tt
the beautiful home that belonged t.
Leland. Old black Nose and Viole
welcomed her.
She remained there for weeks, max
ing photographs of birds and ais
making her colored drawings for tn
colored book blates. Day after da,
she would go over some of the terri
!, tory where she and Leland had wan
dered, and she had to fight to keel
, from running away. She stayed or
. telling herself that it was because o
, the abundance of birds for her t
, photograph but in reality it was be
cause she had constant hope tina
some day Leland would come back
, back here to this little home he love
| so well.
And if he did come, she told hersel
, she would go to him and comfort hin
, and never ask him question.
One day clean-cut appearing mai
drove up to the place in an expensive
: car. jeanette was on the west porch
her easel set up, busily at work color
ing some drawings of birds. Thes
: had to be rushed up to the publishin,
= house.
Old Nose went down to see him a
; he came up the walk. He caugh
sight of jeanette and, hat in hand, h
. approached her.
care you Miss Morse?" he asked.
"Why, yes-how did you know
You-you must know something o
Leland-of Mr.. Forbes!'
, Jeanette's heart beat rapidly.
, eyes, 1 know him."
81 have every right to know abou
/ him-where is he? 1 know that j
you knew my name you knew him."
, 81 do not know where he is, Mis-
: Morse. II used to be his lawyer
, was driving through and decided t.
come and question the colored peopl
who are the keepers"
He handed her his card.
"Mr. Adams" jeanette said implor
, ingly, "you must tell me where Lelan
} is. It doesn't matter what he ha
/ done, must go to him. I can he'll
? him. I have implicit faith in him.
|: 81 cannot tell you'll am searchin,
for him myself"
, Adams was doing what he though
2 was right, following orders, but h
, was secretly sorry and also angry a
/ Leland for forcing him into this sit
, uation.
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