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"Yes."
"Did they know I had gone out?"
"Ma did. She told me not to ask after you. Where have you been?"
"I went to see Senator Brander for you."
"Oh, that was it. They didn't say why they let me out."
"Don't tell any one," she pleaded. "I don't want any one to know. You know how papa feels about him."
"All right," he replied. But he was curious as to what the ex- Senator thought, what he had done, and how she had appealed to him. She
explained briefly, then she heard her mother come to the door.
"Je
Je
"Oh, why did you go?" she asked.
"I couldn't help it, ma," she replied. "I thought I must do something."
"Why did you stay so long?"
"He wanted to talk to me," she answered evasively.
Her mother looked at her nervously, wanly.
"I have been so afraid, oh, so afraid. Your father went to your room, but I said you were asleep. He locked the front door, but I opened it again.
When Bass came in he wanted to call you, but I persuaded him to wait
until morning."
Again she looked wistfully at her daughter.
"I'm all right, mamma," said Je
"He doesn't know. He thought maybe they just let him go because he
couldn't pay the fine."
Je
"Go to bed," she said.
She was already years older in thought and act. She felt as though she
must help her mother now as well as herself.
The days which followed were ones of dreamy uncertainty to Je
went over in her mind these dramatic events time and time and time and
again. It was not such a difficult matter to tell her mother that the Senator had talked again of marriage, that he proposed to come and get her after
his next trip to Washington, that he had given her a hundred dollars and
intended to give her more, but of that other matter—the one all-important thing, she could not bring herself to speak. It was too sacred. The balance of the money that he had promised her arrived by messenger the
following day, four hundred dollars in bills, with the admonition that she should put it in a local bank. The ex-Senator explained that he was
already on his way to Washington, but that he would come back or send
for her. "Keep a stout heart," he wrote. "There are better days in store for you."
Brander was gone, and Je
mind still retained all of the heart-i
demeanour. He would surely send for her. There was the mirage of a
distant country and wondrous scenes looming up in her mind. She had a
little fortune in the bank, more than she had ever dreamed of, with which to help her mother. There were natural, girlish anticipations of good still holding over, which made her less apprehensive than she could otherwise
possibly have been. All nature, life, possibility was in the balance. It
might turn good, or ill, but with so inexperienced a soul it would not be entirely evil until it was so.
How a mind under such uncertain circumstances could retain so
comparatively placid a vein is one of those marvels which find their
explanation in the inherent trustfulness of the spirit of youth. It is not often that the minds of men retain the perceptions of their younger days.
The marvel is not that one should thus retain, but that any should ever
lose them. Go the world over, and after you have put away the wonder
and tenderness of youth what is there left? The few sprigs of green that
sometimes invade the barre
of summer which flash past the eye of the wintry soul, the half hours off during the long tedium of burrowing, these reveal to the hardened earth-seeker the universe which the youthful mind has with it always. No fear
and no favour; the open fields and the light upon the hills; morning, noon, night; stars, the bird-calls, the water's purl—these are the natural
inheritance of the mind of the child. Men call it poetic, those who are
hardened fanciful. In the days of their youth it was natural, but the
receptiveness of youth has departed, and they ca
How this worked out in her personal actions was to be seen only in a
slightly accentuated wistfulness, a touch of which was in every task.
Sometimes she would wonder that no letter came, but at the same time
she would recall the fact that he had specified a few weeks, and hence the six that actually elapsed did not seem so long.
In the meanwhile the distinguished ex-Senator had gone light- heartedly
to his conference with the President, he had joined in a pleasant round of social calls, and he was about to pay a short country visit to some friends in Maryland, when he was seized with a slight attack of fever, which
confined him to his room for a few days. He felt a little irritated that he should be laid up just at this time, but never suspected that there was
anything serious in his indisposition. Then the doctor discovered that he was suffering from a virulent form of typhoid, the ravages of which took
away his senses for a time and left him very weak. He was thought to be
convalescing, however, when just six weeks after he had last parted with
Je
regained consciousness. Je
his death until Bass came home that evening.
"Look here, Je
He held up the newspaper, on the first column of which was printed in
heavy block type:
DEATH OF EX-SENATOR BRANDER
Sudden Passing of Ohio's Distinguished Son. Succumbs to Heart Failure
at the Arlington, in Washington.
Recent attack of typhoid, from which he was thought to be recovering,
proves fatal. Notable phases of a remarkable career.
Je
"There it is in the paper," returned Bass, his tone being that of one who is imparting a very interesting piece of news. "He died at ten o'clock this morning."
CHAPTER IX
Je
again, a sickening sensation of dread holding her as though in a trance.
"He is dead," was all that her mind could formulate for the time, and as she stood there the voice of Bass recounting the fact to Gerhardt in the
adjoining room sounded in her ears. "Yes, he is dead," she heard him say; and once again she tried to get some conception of what it meant to her.
But her mind seemed a blank.
A moment later Mrs. Gerhardt joined her. She had heard Bass's
a
Gerhardt over the Senator had caused her to be careful of any display of
emotion. No conception of the real state of affairs ever having crossed her mind, she was only interested in seeing how Je
sudden a
"Isn't it too bad?" she said, with real sorrow. "To think that he should have to die just when he was going to do so much for you— for us all."
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