The Desired Woman(Fiscle Part-3 Of 2) by Will N. Harben (e book reader pdf TXT) π
Only Child, Richard, Jr., Lived In The Mitchell Mansion, Which, Save
For A New Coat Of Paint, Was Unchanged. Mostyn Himself Was
Considerably Altered In Appearance. There Were Deeper Lines In His
Face; He Was Thinner, More Given To Nervousness And Loss Of Sleep; His
Hair Was Turning Gray; He Had Been Told By His Doctor That He Worried
Too Much And That He Must Check The Tendency.
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And Crisp. The Landscape Was Gloriously Tinted By Late Wild Flowers
And The Colors Of Dying Leaves. A Far-Off Peak, Catching The Rays Of
The Afternoon Sun, Rose Above The Dun Valley Like A Mound Of Delicate
Coral Dropped From The Cloud-Mottled Blue Overhead.
A Stranger, Walking From The Station At Ridgeville, Was Nearing The
Front Gate Of Saunders's Home. He Moved With A Slow, Thoughtful Step.
He Was Gray, Even To The Whiteness Of Snow. His Skin Was Clear And
Pink, His Eyes Were Bright And Alert. As He Opened The Gate He Became
Aware Of The Nearness Of Two Children Playing In A Vine-Clad Summer-
House On The Right Of The Graveled Walk. The Older Was A Handsome Boy
Of Four Years; His Companion Was A Pretty Little Girl Of Two, Whom The
Boy Held By The Hand Quite With The Air Of Manly Guardianship.
"Now, See How You Have Soiled Your Dress," The Boy Said, Brushing The
Child's Lap With His Little Hand. "Mama Wouldn't Like That."
The Clicking Of The Gate-Latch Attracted The Glance Of The Children;
And They Stood Staring Curiously At The Man Who, With An Introductory
Smile, Was Drawing Near. He Bent Down And Shook Hands With Them Both,
First With The Little Girl And Lastly With The Boy.
"I Have Come To See Your Papa And Mama," He Said. "Are They At Home? I
Think They Are Expecting Me."
"They Are Down In The Meadow Getting Flowers," The Boy Answered. "They
Are Coming Right Back. You Can See Them From Here. Look, There By The
Spring!"
The Stranger Followed The Direction Indicated By The Little Hand, And
His Eyes Took On A Wistful Stare As They Fixed Upon A Couple Strolling
Across The Meadow, Holding Flowers And Ferns In Their Hands. They
Walked Quite Close Together, Those Two, And The Distance Seemed To
Enfold Them With Conscious Tenderness.
"They Are Both Well, I Believe?" The Man Said To The Boy, As The More
Timid Little Girl Turned And Toddled Away.
"Yes, Thank You," The Boy Answered, In Words Which Sounded Stilted In
One So Young. "They Got Your Letter. I Heard Papa Say So. You Are Mr.
Mostyn, A Very Old Friend Of Theirs. They Said I Must Love You And Be
Good While You Are Here, Because You Have No Little Boy Yourself."
"Yes, Yes, That's True," Mostyn Answered,, Taking The Child's Hand In
His. "Now You Know My Name, You Must Tell Me Yours."
"Richard," The Child Said. "I Was Named For Your Little Boy That Died
And Went Up To God. Papa Used To Love Him Long, Long Ago In Atlanta."
Part 2 Chapter 23 Pg 117
Mostyn Drew The Child Along By The Hand. The Delicate Throbbing Of The
Boy's Pulse Thrilled Him Through And Through. Steps Sounded In The
Hall Of The House, And John Webb, Not Any Older In Appearance Than
When Last Seen, Crossed The Veranda And Came Slowly Down The Steps.
"Well, Well, Well!" He Cried. "Here You Are At Last. It Must Be A
Powerful Long Trip From Californy. The Folks Didn't Seem To Think
You'd Git Here Till In The Morning. They 'Lowed You'd Stop For A While
In Atlanta."
"I Finished My Visit There Sooner Than I Expected." Mostyn Shook The
Thick Damp Hand Warmly. "I've Been Living Out In The Open So Much Of
Late Years That Atlanta Seemed Stuffy And Crowded; Besides, My Sister
Has Moved Away, And I Have No Blood-Kin There. I Wanted To Get Into
The Country As Soon As I Could, And This Seems Like Home In A Way."
"That's What Dolly And Jarvis Are Goin' To Try To Make It For You,"
Webb Went On. "Lord, They Have Been Countin' On This For A Long Time!
Seems Like They Don't Talk Of Much Else. I Heard 'Em Say They Was
Goin' To Try To Break You Of Your Rovin' Habit. They've Got Your Room
Fixed Up To A Gnat's Heel. It Is The Best One In The House--Plenty Of
Air And Light. That's What They Are Out Pickin' Flowers And Evergreens
For Now. They Want It To Look Cheerful."
"It Is Very Kind Of Them, I Am Sure," Mostyn Answered, "But I Wouldn't
Like To Be In The Way Very Long."
"You Won't Be In Nobody's Way Here," Webb Declared. "If This Ain't An
Open House There Never Was One Of The Old-Time Sort Before The War.
Jarvis Runs The Place Like His Pa And Grandpa Did. You Never Saw The
Like O' Visitors In Summer-Time. They Pile In From All Directions,
Close An' Far Off. Every Friend That Comes Anywhere Nigh Has To Put Up
Here. Them Two Live Happy, I Tell You, If Ever A Pair Did. They've Got
'Em A Fine Home In Atlanta, Where They Spend The Winter, But They Both
Love This Best. Jarvis Is Writin' A Book About Mountain Flowers, An'
Dolly Helps Him. They Travel About A Lot; They Take In New York Nearly
Every Year, But Love To Get Back Home Where They Say They Can Be
Comfortable."
"And The Rest Of The Family?" Mostyn Said. "Your Sister And Drake, How
Are They?" "Fine, First Rate. Tom Still Bosses The Plantation. Jarvis
Tried To Git 'Im To Quit When He Married In The Family--Said He Didn't
Want His Daddy-In-Law Drawin' Pay By The Month--But Tom Had Got
Interested In The Work And Hung On. He's Turned Out To Be An A1
Manager, I Tell You. He Knows What's What In Plantin', An' Makes His
Men Move Like Clockwork From Sun-Up To Sun-Down."
"And George And His Wife?" Mostyn Inquired. "Are They Doing Well?"
"Fine, Fine. Got Four Likely Children--Three Boys And A Girl Baby That
Gave 'Er First Yell Just A Month Ago. That Pair Has Struck A Lively
Lick Hatchin' 'Em Out, But It Is Exactly What They Like--They Say They
Want Just As Many Crawlers Under Foot As They Can Step Over Without
Stumblin'."
Part 2 Chapter 23 Pg 118
"And You, Yourself--" Mostyn Hesitated. "Have You--"
"Oh, Me?" Webb's Freckled Face Reddened. "Not On Your Life. I'll Stay
Like I Am Till I'm Under Ground. Not Any Of It For Me. Other Folks Can
Do As They Like, But Not Me--No Siree! I Reckon You Hain't Never"--
Webb Hesitated--"Married A Second Time?"
"No," Mostyn Answered. "I Am Still Quite Alone In The World."
Webb Glanced Toward The Meadow. "I'll Walk Down There And Let 'Em Know
You Are Here," He Said. "They Would Dilly-Dally Like That Till After
Dark, An' Then Come Home Swingin' Hands An' Gigglin' An' Sayin' Fool
Things To Each Other. They Make Me Sick Sometimes. I Believe In Love,
You Understand--I Think Married Folks Ought To Love Each Other, In The
Bounds O' Reason, But This Mushy Business--Well, It Ain't In My Line,
That's All!"
He Passed Through The Gate And Started Toward The Meadow. Mostyn
Leaned On The Fence. He Saw The Couple Again. They Were Standing Face
To Face Arranging The Flowers.
"I Don't Think I'd Disturb Them If I Were You," He Called After The
Bachelor. "There Is No Hurry."
"Oh, They Would Want To Know You Are Here," Webb Answered Over His
Shoulder, As He Strode Away. "They Will Come In A Trot When They Know
About It."
Presently Mostyn Felt A Small Hand Creep Into His. It Was The Little
Boy.
"Do You See Them?" The Child Inquired. "I Can't Look Over The Fence."
"Yes, Let Me Hold You Up." Mostyn Lifted The Boy In His Arms. "Now,
Now Can You See?" He Asked, The Words Sweeping From Him In Suddenly
Released Tenderness.
"Yes, Yes; And They Are Coming. Let's Go To Meet Them. Will You?"
"Yes, And You Must Let Me Carry You. You Know I Used To Love To Carry
My _Own_ Little Boy Like This--Just Like This."
The Child's Arm, Already On Mostyn's Shoulder, Slid Closer To His Neck
Till It Quite Encircled It. The Soft, Warm Hand Touched Mostyn's Chin.
"Mama And Papa Said I Must Call You 'Uncle Dick," But You Are Not My
Really, _Really_ Uncle, Are You?"
"No, But I Want To Be. Will You--Would You Mind Giving Your Old Uncle
A Hug With--With _Both_ Your Arms?"
The Boy Complied.
Part 2 Chapter 23 Pg 119"There, There!" Mostyn Said. "Once More--Tight--Tight! Hug Me Tight!"
The Child Obeyed. "Oo-Ooh!" He Cried, As He Relaxed His Tense
Pressure.
"Thank You--Thank You!" Mostyn Kissed Him; Then He Was Silent.
With One Hand On Mostyn's Cheek The Boy Leaned Forward And Peered Into
His Face Curiously.
"Why--Why," He Faltered, His Little Lips Puckered Sympathetically,
"What Is The Matter?"
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