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Coming Home
Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
Breakers Ahead
New Year's Calls
The Sad and Sober Part
Small Temptations
At Kitty's Ball
Both Sides
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

quieted she looked up and said quite steadily, great drops rolling 

down her cheeks the while: "Let me cry it is what I need, and I 

shall be all the better for it by and by. Go to Charlie now and tell 

him I said with all my heart, 'Good night!'? 


"I will!" And Mac trudged away, marveling in his turn at the 

curiously blended strength and weakness of womankind. 


That was the longest night Rose ever spent, but joy came in the 

morning with the early message: "He is better. You are to come by 

and by." Then Aunt Plenty forgot her lumbago and arose; Aunt 

Myra, who had come to have a social croak, took off her black 

bonnet as if it would not be needed at present, and the girl made 

ready to go and say "Welcome back," not the hard "Good-bye." 


It seemed very long to wait, for no summons came till afternoon, 

then her uncle arrived, and at the first sight of his face Rose began 

to tremble. 


"I came for my little girl myself, because we must go back at 

once," he said as she hurried toward him hat in hand. 


"I'm ready, sir." But her hands shook as she tried to tie the ribbons, 

and her eyes never left the face that was full of tender pity for her. 


He took her quickly into the carriage and, as they rolled away, said 

with the quiet directness which soothes such agitation better than 

any sympathetic demonstration: "Charlie is worse. I feared it when 

the pain went so suddenly this morning, but the chief injuries are 

internal and one can never tell what the chances are. He insists that 

he is better, but he will soon begin to fail, I fear, become 

unconscious, and slip away without more suffering. This is the 

time for you to see him, for he has set his heart on it, and nothing 

can hurt him now. My child, it is very hard, but we must help each 

other bear it." 


Rose tried to say, "Yes, Uncle" bravely, but the words would not 

come, and she could only slip her hand into his with a look of 

mute submission. He laid her head on his shoulder and went on 

talking so quietly that anyone who did not see how worn and 

haggard his face had grown with two days and a night of sharp 

anxiety might have thought him cold. 


"Jessie has gone home to rest, and Jane is with poor Clara, who 

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