Part 30 (1/2)

”I think you brought some papers you wish me to sign. May I do so now?”

”When you have examined them, they must be signed in the presence of a notary public, whom you can find at my office, or, if you prefer, he shall come here.”

He laid a roll of type-written doc.u.ments on the table and rose.

”Shall I leave the box with you for to-day?”

Impatiently she pushed it aside.

”Take it away--keep it. I hope I may never set my eyes on it again.”

The brooding shadow on her pale, rigid face made the lawyer's blue eyes cloudy.

”Dear child, I have always been the intimate friend of the Maurice family. I loved your sweet, young mother, and I hope you know I am willing to help you in every way possible, and that you will not hesitate to call upon me.”

”Thank you. I am so sure of your sincerity, I shall begin at once to ask your counsel. There are social complications that make a pleasant residence here problematical, and consideration of the course most expedient for me to pursue leaves me in doubt and perplexity. I have thought of opening the house and grounds two weeks hence, in order to celebrate my father's birthday by a _fete champetre_, to which every family inscribed on grandmother's visiting list should be invited. I prefer to throw rather than pick up the gauntlet. You thoroughly comprehend the situation, and I should like your advice.”

”Wait a while. Go slowly; social wounds do not heal by first intention.

Be chary of invitations, and do not hunt for challenges. Hold your own firmly, but courteously, and in time I think you will win. For your father's sake, try to conciliate the members of his church; they are an influential social factor here. Mrs. Maurice's old friends will rally around 'Marcia's baby,' and you must be patient. Later, when sure of your ground, you can give all the festivals you like without receiving an avalanche of 'regrets' that would easily paper your hall. My wife and the girls will call at once, and I hope you will come to us just as often as possible; but whenever you wish to see me, drive down to the office, or write me, as, for some reasons, it is advisable I should be here very rarely. Dear child, while your features are like your handsome father's, you resemble your mother in many ways, and I am glad to find you have the crystal conscience and flawless instinct of honor that all men reverenced in General Maurice. Good-bye. I have overstayed my time.

Tell Boynton to bring up the two horses I had broken and trained for your saddle. One of them, the bay, took blue ribbon at the State fair last fall, and there is no better stock south of Kentucky.”

She walked with him half way down the hall, and they shook hands.

”Good-bye, Mr. Whitfield; thank you for many things. You will find Ma-Lila in the dining-room, and whatever you think she ought to know of to-day's interview, I prefer you should tell her. She is indeed my second mother.”

After a while she went slowly to her father's room. The door was half open, but she paused and knocked.

He stood looking over an old account book, and, without glancing up, said fretfully:

”Well, what is it?”

”Father, I came to pack your valise.”

”It is already packed.”

”May I come in? I want to tell you----”

”No. You will say nothing that I should wish to hear.”

”Will you allow me to see the telegram which I fear annoys you?”

”The ashes only are at your service--all that remains of it.”

”Tell me, at least, why you are going, and where?”

”First to Was.h.i.+ngton. Elsewhere as circ.u.mstances may direct.”

”Please let me go with you----”