Christian Science -- Fiction; People with disabilities -- Fiction
Judge Lee glanced at his cousin in half-way disapproval. He greatly
disliked a woman who understood finance, and he privately considered
Carolina unsexed. If she had not been beautiful, he would have said so,
but her girlish loveliness saved her.
Judge Lee looked around. On every side familiar objects met his eye.
It was the same Guildford of his ancestors, yet enlarged, dignified,
engrandeured. His gaze clung affectionately to the heavy, quaint
furnishings, so cunningly reproduced that they might well pass as the
ancient pieces they represented. He began to realize the enormous
amount of hard work this indicated,--of the hours and days of
unremitting toil,--of the discouragements overcome,--the obstacles
surmounted,--the love this mirrored.
Finally he turned to Carolina, with his keen eyes softened.
"I do not understand how you accomplished it, little cousin. It is a
marvellous achievement for any one!"
"I did not accomplish it of myself," said Carolina, gravely. "I never
in the world could have done it if--"
"If what?"
"I hear that it annoys you even to hear the words," said Carolina.
"Nevertheless, I must tell you that the whole of Guildford is a
demonstration of Christian Science."
A deep silence fell, and the eyes of the two men met. Judge Lee’s fell
before the corroboration he met in Mr. Howard’s. A sudden softening
took place in his heart.
"I begin to believe that there is something in this thing, after all,"
he said, slowly.
A babel of voices broke in upon their conversation just here, as the
guests trooped down from their rooms, exclaiming with admiration on
every hand. Sherman and Addie were particularly delighted, but they
looked at Carolina wonderingly, as if uncertain whether this were the
same sister they had known before.
Carolina bloomed like a rose under all the admiration her work received,
but she was too busy to drink it all in. She had, for one thing, the
children to amuse. Emmeline Yancey, a serious-browed child with grave
eyes, was her right hand, and to Emmeline and Bob Fitzhugh she confided
her plans. Hardly had the children learned of the delights in store for
them, when the guests began to arrive.
Then, such a rushing to and fro! Such a calling for servants! Such
hurried dressing! Such a gathering up of children, and a general
hastening of duties which should have been performed before!
Introductions to the few who had not met before seemed like a meeting of
old friends, so warm was the welcome and so well known the existing
friendships.
Carriage after carriage rolled up the drive and deposited Fitzhughs, La
Granges, Manigaults, Pringles, and Yanceys, until Guildford resembled
the palmiest days of its predecessors.
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