Henry Is Twenty: A Further Episodic History of Henry Calverly, 3rdMerwin, Samuel
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Henry Is Twenty: A Further Episodic History of Henry Calverly, 3rd
Merwin, Samuel
Young men -- Fiction
'You went in?' This from Mildred. He felt her eyes on him.
'Yes.'
'But you--you must have...'
'He's gone.'
'Gone!'
'Yes.'
'But where?'
'I don't know.'
'What did you tell him?' asked Corinne sharply'.
'Nothing. I don't think I did. Nothing much.'
'But what?'
'Well, he acted funny. I wouldn't tell him where Mildred was. Then he
asked why you didn't come home and I said because he was there.'
Mildred and Corinne looked at each other.
'But what made him go?' asked Corinne.
'I don't know. He wanted to know what you wanted him to do, Mildred. Of
course I couldn't say anything to that. And then he said he guessed he
knew how to be a sport, and went and got his suit-case.'
'Hope he had sense enough not to go to the hotel,' Corinne mused, aloud.
'They'd talk so.'
'There's a train back to Chicago at two-something,' said Humphrey.
They moved slowly toward the house. At the steps they paused.
The university clock struck two.
They listened. The reverberations of the second stroke died out. The
maple leaves overhead rustled softly. From the beach, a block away, came
the continuous low sound of little waves on shelving sand. The great
lake that washes and on occasions threatens the shore at Sunbury had
woven, from Henry's birth, a strand of colour in the fibre of his being.
He felt the lake as deeply as he felt the maples and oaks of Sunbury;
memories of its bars of crude' wonderful colour at sunset and sunrise,
of its soft mists, its yellow and black November storms, its reaches of
glacier-like ice-hills in winter, of moonlit evenings with a girl on the
beach when the romance of youth shimmered in boundless beautiful mystery
before half-closed eyes--these were an ever-present element in the
undefined, moody ebb and flow of impulse, memory, hope, desire and
spasmodic self-restraint that Henry would have referred to, if at all,
as his mind.
'It's late enough,' said Corinne, with a little laugh.
Mildred turned away, placed a tiny foot on the bottom step, sighed, then
murmured, very low, 'Hardly worth while going in.'
'Let's not,' muttered Humphrey.
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