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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

Chapter 16 GOOD WORKS



The Rajah was delayed awhile, and when it sailed poor Mrs. Clara 

was on board, for everything was ready. All thought she had better 

go to comfort her husband, and since her boy died she seemed to 

care very little what became of her. So, with friends to cheer the 

long voyage, she sailed away, a heavyhearted woman, yet not quite 

disconsolate, for she knew her mourning was excessively 

becoming and felt sure that Stephen would not find her altered by 

her trials as much as might have been expected. 



Then nothing was left of that gay household but the empty rooms, 

silence never broken by a blithe voice anymore, and pictures full 

of promise, but all unfinished, like poor Charlie's life. 


There was much mourning for the bonny Prince, but no need to tell 

of it except as it affected Rose, for it is with her we have most to 

do, the other characters being of secondary importance. 


When time had soothed the first shock of sudden loss, she was 

surprised to find the memory of his faults and failings, short life 

and piteous death, grew dim, as if a kindly hand had wiped out the 

record and given him back to her in the likeness of the brave, 

bright boy she had loved, not as the wayward, passionate young 

man who had loved her. 


This comforted her very much, and folding down the last blotted 

leaf where his name was written, she gladly turned back to reopen 

and reread the happier chapters which painted the youthful knight 

before he went out to fall in his first battle. None of the bitterness 

of love bereaved marred this memory for Rose, because she found 

that the warmer sentiment, just budding in her heart, had died with 

Charlie and lay cold and quiet in his grave. She wondered, yet was 

glad, though sometimes a remorseful pang smote her when she 

discovered how possible it was to go on without him, feeling 

almost as if a burden had been lifted off, since his happiness was 

taken out of her hands. The time had not yet come when the 

knowledge that a man's heart was in her keeping would make the 

pride and joy of her life, and while she waited for that moment she 

enjoyed the liberty she seemed to have recovered. 


Such being her inward state, it much annoyed her to be regarded as 

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