Main  Contacts  
Table of contents
Coming Home
Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
Phebe
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

 

"Yes, yes, I will go you are tired I'll make it all right tomorrow." 

And as if the sound of his uncle's name steadied him for an instant, 

Charlie made for the door with an unevenness of gait which would 

have told the shameful truth if his words had not already done so. 

Before he reached it, however, the sound of wheels arrested him 

and, leaning against the wall, he listened with a look of dismay 

mingled with amusement creeping over his face. "Brutus has 

bolted now I am in a fix. Can't walk home with this horrid 

dizziness in my head. It's the cold, Rose, nothing else, I do assure 

you, and a chill yes, a chill. See here! Let one of those fellows 

there lend me an arm no use to go after that brute. Won't Mother 

be frightened though when he gets home?" And with that empty 

laugh again, he fumbled for the door handle. 

 

"No, no don't let them see you! Don't let anyone know! Stay here 

till Uncle comes, and he'll take care of you. Oh, Charlie! How 

could you do it! How could you when you promised?" And, 

forgetting fear in the sudden sense of shame and anguish that came 

over her, Rose ran to him, caught his hand from the lock, and 

turned the key; then, as if she could not bear to see him standing 

there with that vacant smile on his lips, she dropped into a chair 

and covered up her face. 

 

The cry, the act, and, more than all, the sight of the bowed head 

would have sobered poor Charlie if it had not been too late. He 

looked about the room with a vague, despairing look, as if to find 

reason fast slipping from his control, but heat and cold, excitement 

and reckless pledging of many healths had done their work too 

well to make instant sobriety possible, and owning his defeat with 

a groan, he turned away and threw himself face-downward on the 

sofa, one of the saddest sights the new year looked upon as it came 

in. 

 

As she sat there with hidden eyes, Rose felt that something dear to 

her was dead forever. The ideal, which all women cherish, look 

for, and too often think they have found when love glorifies a 

mortal man, is hard to give up, especially when it comes in the 

likeness of the first lover who touches a young girl's heart. Rose 


Page 11 from 13:  Back   1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10  [11]  12   13   Forward