Hope Mills; Or, Between Friend and SweetheartDouglas, Amanda M.
Philosophy
Hope Mills; Or, Between Friend and Sweetheart
Douglas, Amanda M.
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For a moment Jack felt like wrestling with him, shoulder to shoulder, to
distance him, to defeat him, to lower his complacent pride. His
half-patronizing manner had stung keenly. Then the real nobility of his
nature cropped out, and he laughed at his own sudden heat and passion.
"It would be folly," he said softly to himself. "I could not distinguish
myself in any line he will be likely to follow. He must work his way: I
must work mine. He knows what he means to do; and there he has gone
ahead of me, for I really do not know my own mind. No, there's no
further basis for a friendship: the boy-love has had its day, and died.
After all, isn't that the history of every thing?" and Jack looked up to
the stars, still with a little wordless pain at his heart.
He heard during the next week that Fred had gone West with one of his
friends, who was nephew to a great railway magnate. It would be only a
flying trip, to be sure, but here Jack was tempted to envy him. That
boundless West, the land of his own dreams!
Grandmother grew a trifle less energetic, still it could not be said
that her health began to fail. Mrs. Darcy remained about the same. Every
day Jack realized how much he was to the two women. To leave them would
be absolute cruelty.
At Christmas of this year Miss Gertrude Lawrence was married. The
wedding was rather quieter, from the fact that it was winter, and the
bride was to leave for Europe the next day. Irene was shooting up into a
tall girl, and being educated at a fashionable and expensive
boarding-school. Nothing happened to impair her friendship with Sylvie
Barry, though the two girls were as dissimilar in many respects as Jack
and Fred, but they both stood on the same social plane.
Meanwhile matters at Yerbury prospered mightily. The town was quite
bright at night with the glow from factory-windows, and people seemed
always hurrying to and fro. New shops and stores were started, new
streets were laid out, rows of houses built in town, and out on the edge
pretty and ugly suburban villas. Property began to increase everywhere.
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