Flower of the Dusk eBook

Myrtle Reed
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 291 pages of information about Flower of the Dusk.

Flower of the Dusk eBook

Myrtle Reed
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 291 pages of information about Flower of the Dusk.

[Sidenote:  A Happy Thought]

“Happy thought!” exclaimed Roger.  “Still, you might not always want me.  How shall I know?”

“I’ll put a candle in the front window,” suggested Barbara, “and if you can come, all right.  If not, I’ll understand.”

Both laughed delightedly at the idea, for they were young enough to find a certain pleasure in clandestine ways and means.  Miss Mattie had so far determinedly set her face against her son’s association with the young of the other sex, and even Barbara, who had been born lame and had never walked farther than her own garden, came under the ban.

Ambrose North, with the keen and unconscious selfishness of age, begrudged others even an hour of Barbara’s society.  He felt a third person always as an intruder, though he tried his best to appear hospitable when anyone came.  Miriam might sometimes have read to Barbara, while he was out upon his long, lonely walks, but it had never occurred to either of them.

[Sidenote:  World-wide Fellowship]

Through Laurence Austin’s library, as transported back and forth by Roger, one volume at a time, Barbara had come into the world-wide fellowship of those who love books.  She was closely housed and constantly at work, but her mind soared free.  When the poverty and ugliness of her surroundings oppressed her beauty-loving soul; when her fingers ached and the stitches blurred into mist before her eyes, some little brown book, much worn, had often given her the key to the House of Content.

“Shall you always have to sew?” asked Roger.  “Is there no way out?”

[Sidenote:  Glad of Work]

“Not unless some fairy prince comes prancing up on a white charger,” laughed Barbara, “and takes us all away with him to his palace.  Don’t pity me,” she went on, her lips quivering a little, “for every day I’m glad I can do it and keep father from knowing we are poor.

“Besides, I’m of use in the world, and I wouldn’t want to live if I couldn’t work.  Aunt Miriam works, too.  She does all the housework, takes care of me when I can’t help myself, does the mending, many things for father, and makes the quilts, preserves, candied orange peel, and the other little things we sell.  People are so kind to us.  Last Summer the women at the hotel bought everything we had and left orders enough to keep me busy until long after Christmas.”

“Don’t call people kind because they buy what they want.”

“Don’t be so cynical.  You wouldn’t have them buy things they didn’t want, would you?”

“Sometimes they do.”

“Where?”

“Well, at church fairs, for instance.  They spend more than they can afford for things they do not want, in order to please people whom they do not like and help heathen who are much happier than they are.”

“I’m glad I’m not running a church fair,” laughed Barbara.  “And who told you that heathen are happier than we are?  Are you a heathen?”

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