Jan of the Windmill: A Story of the PlainsEwing, Juliana Horatia
Philosophy
Jan of the Windmill: A Story of the Plains
Ewing, Juliana Horatia
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Country life -- England -- Juvenile fiction
stand between him and reconciliation with his father. Once more he must
desperately mortgage the future for present emergencies. He wrote to the
old father-in-law to say that the child was dead. He excused this to
himself on the ground of Jan’s welfare. If the truth became fully known,
and his father threw him off, he would be a poor embarrassed man, and
could do little for his child. But with his father’s fortune, and,
perhaps, the Scotch lady’s fortune, it would be in his power to give Jan
a brilliant future, _even if_ he never fully acknowledged him. As yet he
hardly recognized such an unnatural possibility. He said to himself,
that when he was free, all would be well, and the Dutch grandfather would
forgive the lie in the joy of discovering that Jan was alive, and would
be so well provided for.
Mr. Ford’s client was reconciled to his father. He married Lady
Adelaide, and announced the marriage to his father-in-law. After which,
his intercourse with Holland died out.
It was a curious result of a marriage so made that it was a very happy
one. Still more curious was the likeness, both physical and mental,
between the second wife and the first. Lady Adelaide was half Scotch and
half English, a blonde of the most brilliant type, and of an intellectual
order of beauty. But fair women are common enough. It was stranger
still that the best affections of two women of so high a moral and
intellectual standard should have been devoted to the same and to such a
husband. Not quite in vain. Indeed, but for that grievous sin towards
his eldest son, Mr. Ford’s client would probably have become an utterly
different man. But there is no rising far in the moral atmosphere with a
wilful, unrepented sin as a clog. It was a miserable result of the
weakness of his character that he could not see that the very nobleness
of Lady Adelaide’s should have encouraged him to confess to her what he
dared not trust to his father’s imperious, petulant affection. But he
was afraid of her. It had been the same with his first wife. He had
dreaded that she should discover his falsehoods far more than he had
feared his father-in-law. And years of happy companionship made it even
less tolerable to him to think of lowering himself in Lady Adelaide’s
regard.
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