His Family eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 386 pages of information about His Family.

His Family eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 386 pages of information about His Family.
and silent understandings, in humorous enjoyment of their funny little daughters’ chattering like magpies in the genial old house.  And they had looked happily far ahead.  What a woman she had been for plans.  It had not been all smooth sailing.  There had come reverses in business, and at home one baby, a boy, had died.  But on they had gone and the years had swept by until he had reached his forties.  Absorbed in his growing business and in his thriving family, it had seemed to Roger still as though he were just starting out.

But one day, quite suddenly, the house had become a strange place to him with a strange remote figure in it, his wife.  For he had learned that she must die.  There had followed terrible weeks.  Then Judith had faced their disaster.  Little by little she had won back the old intimacy with her husband; and through the slow but inexorable progress of her ailment, again they had come together in long talks and plans for their children.  At this same chessboard, in this room, repeatedly she would stop the game and smiling she would look into the future.  At one such time she had said to him,

“I wonder if it won’t be the same with the children as it has been with us.  No matter how long each one of them lives, won’t their lives feel to them unfinished like ours, only just beginning?  I wonder how far they will go.  And then their children will grow up and it will be the same with them.  Unfinished lives.  Oh, dearie, what children all of us are.”

He had put his arm around her then and had held her very tight.  And feeling the violent trembling of her husband’s fierce revolt, slowly bending back her head and looking up into his eyes she had continued steadily: 

“And when you come after me, my dear, oh, how hungry I shall be for all you will tell me.  For you will live on in our children’s lives.”

And she had asked him to promise her that.

But he had not kept his promise.  For after Judith’s dying he had felt himself terribly alone, with eternity around him, his wife slipping far away.  And the universe had grown stark and hard, impersonal, relentless, cold.  A storm of doubts had attacked his faith.  And though he had resisted long, for his faith in God had been rooted deep in the mountains of New England, in the end it had been wrenched away, and with it he had lost all hope that either for Judith or himself was there any existence beyond the grave.  So death had come to Roger’s soul.  He had been deaf and blind to his children.  Nights by the thousand spent alone.  Like a gray level road in his memory now was the story of his family.

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