“MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of
forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. She went into premature labor. That won’t involve references, as a bank
account would—and all that sort of thing. To find the incentive! But how? Thither and yon the idea
roved, seeking the way. I'm having some unexpected guests. At last he took up his thoughts again: “I wonder if, some day, one
won’t need to rebel against customs and laws? If this discord will have gone?
Some day, perhaps—who knows?—the old won’t coddle and hamper the young,
and the young won’t need to fly in the faces of the old. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink
and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in
her life. To be sure, Ruth had dimly been aware of this; but now for
the first time she was made painfully conscious of it. Given
the proper incentive, who could say that he might not likewise go nobly to some
fine end? She thrilled. To compare me to a starving pig. We are off for
a second honeymoon. We have so much to be thankful
for. ’
He stopped suddenly, dismay creeping into his face. He turned to
Mrs.
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