That Printer of Udell's: A Story of the Middle WestWright, Harold Bell
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That Printer of Udell's: A Story of the Middle West
Wright, Harold Bell
Christian fiction; Middle West -- Fiction; Printers -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
Adam was formal, cold and uncompromising, while Frank paid no more
attention to his sister than if she were a hired servant in the house.
Only the girl's firm determination, awakened womanhood, patience and
Christian fortitude enabled her to accept her lot. But in spite of the
daily reproaches, stern coldness and studied contempt, she went steadily
forward in her purpose to regain the place she had lost; and somehow,
as the weeks went by, all noticed a change in Amy. Her father dared
not check her in her work, for something in the clear eyes, that looked
at him so sadly, but withal so fearlessly, made him hesitate. It was
as though she had spoken, "I have been through the fire and have come
out pure gold. It is not for you to question me." And though she
attended to her social duties, her influence was always for the good,
and no one dared to speak slightingly of religious things in her
presence; while the poor people at the Mission learned to love the
beautiful young woman who visited their homes and talked to them of
a better life, and never failed to greet them with a kindly word when
they met her on the street.
Of course Dick could not call at her home. He knew well that it would
only provoke a storm; nor did Amy ask him to. They met only at church
or at the Mission; and nothing but the common greetings passed between
them. No one ever dreamed that they were more than mere acquaintances.
But they each felt that the other understood, and so were happy; content
to wait until God, in his own way, should unite the streams of their
lives.
CHAPTER XXVII
It was about nine o'clock in the evening, and Dick was in his office
at the Association building, writing some letters pertaining to the
work, when the door opened, and to his great astonishment, Amy entered
hurriedly, out of breath and very much excited.
"I beg your pardon for interrupting you, Mr. Falkner," she began, as
soon as she could speak; "but I must tell you." And then she broke
down, sinking into a chair and crying bitterly.
Dick's face was very grave, and stepping to the window he drew the
curtain, then turned the key in the door.
"Now what is it, Miss Goodrich? Please be calm. You know you have
nothing to fear from me."
Amy brushed away her tears, and looking up into his face, "I'm not
afraid of you," she said. "But--but--, our secret is out."
Dick nodded that he understood, and she continued: "You know that Frank
has been at Armourdale the last few weeks, looking after papa's
interests in the mines there, and--and he came home this afternoon?"
"Yes, I know," said Dick calmly.
"I was in the sitting-room and he and father were in the library. I--I
did not mean to listen, but the door was open and I heard them speak
your name."
"Yes," said Dick again.
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