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Polishing Mac
Phebe
Breakers Ahead
New Year's Calls
The Sad and Sober Part
Small Temptations
At Kitty's Ball
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Aunt Clara's Plan
Alas for Charlie!
Good Works
Among the Haycocks
Which Was It?
Behind the Fountain
What Mac Did
How Phebe Earned Her Welcome
Short and Sweet

Chapter 10 THE SAD AND SOBER PART

 

 

"How will he look? What will he say? Can anything make us 

forget and be happy again?" were the first questions Rose asked 

herself as soon as she woke from the brief sleep which followed a 

long, sad vigil. It seemed as if the whole world must be changed 

because a trouble darkened it for her. She was too young yet to 

know how possible it is to forgive much greater sins than this, 

forget far heavier disappointments, outlive higher hopes, and bury 

loves compared to which hers was but a girlish fancy. She wished 

it had not been so bright a day, wondered how her birds could sing 

with such shrill gaiety, put no ribbon in her hair, and said, as she 

looked at the reflection of her own tired face in the glass, "Poor 

thing! You thought the new leaf would have something pleasant on 

it. The story has been very sweet and easy to read so far, but the 

sad and sober part is coming now." 

 

A tap at the door reminded her that, in spite of her afflictions, 

breakfast must be eaten, and the sudden thought that Charlie might 

still be in the house made her hurry to the door, to find Dr. Alec 

waiting for her with his morning smile. She drew him in and 

whispered anxiously, as if someone lay dangerously ill nearby, "Is 

he better, Uncle? Tell me all about it I can bear it now." 

 

Some men would have smiled at her innocent distress and told her 

this was only what was to be expected and endured, but Dr. Alec 

believed in the pure instincts that make youth beautiful, desired to 

keep them true, and hoped his girl would never learn to look 

unmoved by pain and pity upon any human being vanquished by a 

vice, no matter how trivial it seemed, how venial it was held. So 

his face grew grave, though his voice was cheerful as he answered: 

"All right, I daresay, by this time, for sleep is the best medicine in 

such cases. I took him home last night, and no one knows he came 

but you and I." 

 

"No one ever shall. How did you do it, Uncle?" 

 

"Just slipped out of the long study window and got him cannily off, 

for the air and motion, after a dash of cold water, brought him 

around, and he was glad to be safely landed at home. His rooms 


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