Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1905 to 1906Montgomery, L. M. (Lucy Maud)
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Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1905 to 1906
Montgomery, L. M. (Lucy Maud)
Short stories, Canadian
It was between a cry and a laugh. Miss Hannah flew through the gate
and caught him in her arms. "Ralph, my own dear brother! Oh, I always
knew you'd come back. If you knew how I've looked forward to this
day!" She was both laughing and crying now. Her face shone with a soft
gladness. Ralph Walworth shook his head sadly.
"It's a poor wreck of a man I am come back to you, Hannah," he said.
"I've never accomplished anything and my health's broken and I'm a
cripple as ye see. For a time I thought I'd never show my face back
here, such a failure as I be, but the longing to see you got too
strong. It's naught but a wreck I am, Hannah."
"You're my own dear brother," cried Miss Hannah. "Do you think I care
how poor you are? And if your health is poor I'm the one to nurse you
up, who else than your only sister, I'd like to know! Come right in.
You're shivering in this wind. I'll mix you a good hot currant drink.
I knew them black currants didn't bear so plentiful for nothing last
summer. Oh, this is a good day and no mistake!"
In twenty-four hours' time everybody in Prospect knew that Ralph
Walworth had come home, crippled and poor. Jacob Delancey shook his
head as he drove away from the station with Ralph's shabby little
trunk standing on end in his buggy. The station master had asked him
to take it down to Miss Hannah's, and Jacob did not fancy the errand.
He was afraid Miss Hannah would be in a bad way and he did not know
what to say to her.
She was in her garden, covering her pansies with seaweed, when he
drove up, and she came to the garden gate to meet him, all smiles.
"So you've brought Ralph's trunk, Mr. Delancey. Now, that was real
good of you. He was going over to the station to see about it himself,
but he had such a cold I persuaded him to wait till tomorrow. He's
lying down asleep now. He's just real tired. He brought this seaweed
up from the shore for me this morning and it played him out. He ain't
strong. But didn't I tell you he was coming back soon? You only
laughed at me, but I knew."
"He isn't very rich, though," said Jacob jokingly. He was relieved to
find that Miss Hannah did not seem to be worrying over this.
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