And Roger looked up unafraid, but grim and gravely wondering.
CHAPTER XXII
But there was a rugged practical side to the character of Roger Gale, and
the next morning he was ashamed of the brooding thoughts which had come in
the night. He shook them off as morbid, and resolutely set himself to what
lay close before him. There was work to be done on Bruce's affairs, and the
work was a decided relief. Madge Deering, in the meantime, had offered to
go with Edith and the children to the mountains and see them all well
settled there. And a little talk he had with Madge relieved his mind still
further. What a recovery _she_ had made from the tragedy of years ago. How
alert and wide-awake she seemed. If Edith could only grow like that.
Soon after their departure, one night when he was dining alone, he had a
curious consciousness of the mingled presence of Edith and of Judith his
wife. And this feeling grew so strong that several times he looked about in
a startled, questioning manner. All at once his eye was caught by an old
mahogany sideboard. It was Edith's. It had been her mother's. Edith, when
she married, had wanted something from her old home. Well, now it was back
in the family.
The rest of Edith's furniture, he learned from Deborah that night, had been
stored in the top of the house.
"Most of it," she told him, "Edith will probably want to use in fitting up
the children's rooms.
Pages:
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192
193
194
195
196
197
198