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A Day of Fate

Chapter 5 A FLASH OF MEMORY

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sense that it was my body only that was weak and exhausted by disease, for my mind seemed singularly elastic, and I felt as if the weight of years an

ouquet, that, for some reason, suggested Adah. "It's very pretty," I thought, "but it lacks the dainty, refined quality of the

ore very long a musical laugh that thrilled every nerve with delight

he entreated me to live. Reuben's words suggested that she was depressed while I was in danger, and buoyant after the crisis had passed. That she feels as I do I cannot yet hope. But what the mischief do she and Adah mean by saying that

y the entrance of Mrs. Yocomb with a

always welcome; and that bowl is

way. "I'll kill for you a young gobbler that Emily Warren think

already devoted to Miss Warren's Thanksgiving dinner.

and Mr. Yocomb cast a quick

point, and then all comes to a full stop.

o have father tell thee what thee said when out of thy mind from fever. I c

ery suddenly. One thing is clear: you are the kindest p

we didn't turn thee out of doors or

t to become very ill, and I started off in the dark and never stopped till I reached the shelter of Mrs. Yocom

rotested Mr. Yocomb, as

n on editors: I mak

d not expect to be treated one hundred

editors or otherwise. Th

l as if I had made too rich a

had thy turn, and mus

fast and his medicine.

nurse in town, and betw

family I have a

on a rueful look. "I do it, thee knows, to set the children an example.

d with emphasis, and I imagine that Mrs. Yocomb gave

nues to improve so nicely, we can move thee

"Mr. Yocomb, they are spoiling me. I feel like a great petted boy, and beh

ner. Keep on-keep on," and his geni

lah flitted in and out with h

at thee, but I mustn't

hanging on her arm, brought me a dain

em for thee," she said,

. "I fear my memory is playing me sad tric

es thee t

color has got i

ike them-the stra

d, "I like both. I don't see ho

ity pallor best," she r

trawberry came into my face, for she

sewing and sit here by the door for a while. Call me if

to have me stay?"

I eat these strawberries? I've d

ys so, and thee'll pro

tle, and her words had much of their old directness and simplicity; but the former flippancy and coloring of small vanity was absent. Her simple morning costume was scrupulously neat, and quite as becoming as the Sunday muslin which

ed very much," I thought, "and

uestion or two. "Surely the little girl would not have don

ged, Miss Adah. What

uestion, and did not answer for a

says, it's time I

kes you now as she

ily Warren best-s

ren differently from the way in which she just looked at yo

t think a

urself as much as you did. Perhaps

lf at all any more," and

ith Mrs. Yocomb, and Ad

rapid convalescence, and giving a medicine that

Reuben quietly busy at his carving, dozed again in a delicious, dreamy r

may I c

be stone dead before I could be unmoved by thos

exclaimed; "and you ha

mily. Would thee mind staying with Richard for a little while? I wa

e for a time, and will

needs a

the rosebuds. They were taken away this morning; but I had them brought back and placed here where I could touch them.

nd colored slightly, bu

a poor nurse if I le

romise to listen as l

on an agreea

ame to life. It seems as if I had been dead, and I can't recall a thing tha

g very bad. Mr. Morton, you can't realize how gl

I would like to think that you are very glad. Do

ed, looking away, with somet

ed to become a part of the sunshine that was shimmering on the elm-leaves that swayed to and fro before my window

t it's empty, and the q

mouth and swallow' are

arden all day long. The

h young life, unshadowed

l always keep you young at heart. I can't imagine yo

rton," she said, with a trace

was a characteristic of

d, smoothing her brow as if this were an excuse for

if I did, it would seem impossible to be conventional in this house. Am I not the most singularly fortunate man that ever existed? Like a fool I had broken my

ng to herself; "so strange that I cannot understand it. Life is

yle," I said, laughing. "My only dread is getting out of the

hall all leave you

have done t

she asked, with her brow slightly knitte

I'm tempted to think it is

aid a great deal

you playing Chopin's nocturne as distinctly as I see you now. Do you know that I had the fancy that the cluster

ul. I hope you will grow mo

ught me slightly in

you would see things just as

t as they seem to me. Perhaps I

ful. If you don't improve in this respect, you'll have to take a course in

e garden, and you were to invite me into the arb

ill pull up t

t show me which

e out into a low laugh at this reminiscence, and said: "Afte

est. "A most important exception," she responded, her old troubled look coming back. "But you are talking

. You are doing me good every moment, and it's

our editorial friends must think a great deal of you, or else you are valuable to them, for your chief writes to Mr. Yoc

e's faith in human nature. I didn't know wheth

" she said r

after your words. Indeed I imagine that you were the only reason I did live. It was your

eagerly, and a rich glow of

had a subtle power over

ist, and don

now," she s

reated. "I've a mess

resolutely n

her-why is it gettin

shower," and she glanced app

look on your face bef

essage for M

anger the other day. Then Adah and-pardon me-you also used expressions which puzzle me very much. I can't understand how I became ill so suddenly. I was feeling superbly that Sunday evening, and then everything be

to tell when Mrs. Yocomb hasn't

augh isn't natural. I never heard you

s the window, and the girl gave an

rough my mind. In strong and momentary excitement I rose on my

, in a low, distressed voice, and she cam

and I sank back faint and crushed. "I had no ri

Mor

oo weak to be a man, and I

et well-you pro

low, bitter tone. "Wh

d-b

blight my life?" she as

blame f

vitable. Curses on a world in

If this should go against you-if you wi

ke the whole comfort of that truth. Nor was I either. That Sunday was the day of my fate, since for me to see you was to love you by

s, "you saved this home; you saved Mrs. Yocomb's

aned. "All would then have been

. "I can't-oh, I can't endure this!" she m

I shall be like a planet hereafter. The little happiness I have will be but a pale reflection of yours. If you are unhappy, I shall be so inevitably. Not a shadow of blame rests on you-the first fair woman was not truer than you. I'll do my

ill-so changed-

ed my life," she breathed softly; but as she

b," she sobbed,

could not h

ot-it came to h

lame for anything-only myself. Please keep my secret; it sh

ard M

e time. I'm too sorely wo

stances," she said, firmly, "and it is your first and

nything that will make me strong, so that I may keep my word

and with thee, as if thee were my own son. But I wish thee to rem

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“1880. The book begins: Another month's work will knock Morton into pi, was a remark that caught my ear as I fumed from the composing-room back to my private office. I had just irately blamed a printer for a blunder of my own, and the words I overheard reminded me of the unpleasant truth that I had recently made a great many senseless blunders, over which I chafed in merciless self-condemnation. For weeks and months my mind had been tense under the strain of increasing work and responsibility. It was my nature to become absorbed in my tasks, and, as night editor of a prominent city journal, I found a limitless field for labor. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.”
1 Chapter 1 THE DAY AFTER2 Chapter 2 IT WAS INEVITABLE 3 Chapter 3 RETURNING CONSCIOUSNESS4 Chapter 4 IN THE DARK5 Chapter 5 A FLASH OF MEMORY6 Chapter 6 WEAKNESS7 Chapter 7 OLD PLOD IDEALIZED8 Chapter 8 AN IMPULSE9 Chapter 9 A WRETCHED FAILURE10 Chapter 10 IN THE DEPTHS11 Chapter 11 POOR ACTING12 Chapter 12 THE HOPE OF A HIDDEN TREASURE13 Chapter 13 THE OLD MEETING-HOUSE AGAIN14 Chapter 14 LOVE TEACHING ETHICS15 Chapter 15 DON'T THINK OF ME 16 Chapter 16 RICHARD17 Chapter 17 MY WORST BLUNDER18 Chapter 18 MRS. YOCOMB'S LETTERS19 Chapter 19 ADAH20 Chapter 20 THANKSGIVING DAY21 Chapter 21 RIPPLES ON DEEP WATER