Christian fiction; Families -- Fiction; Love stories
At each end of the barn a good room, long and narrow, had been
partitioned off, each of which by use of a curtain would make two very
large rooms, and yet the main section of the floor looked as large as
ever. A simple stairway of plain boards had been constructed a little
to one side of the middle toward the back, going up to the loft, which
had been made safe for the children by a plain rude railing consisting
of a few uprights with strips across. The darkening slats at the small
windows in the loft had been torn away and shutters substituted that
would open wide and let in air and light. Rough spots in the floor had
been mended, and around the great place both up-stairs and down, and
even down in the basement underneath, electric wires ran with simple
lights and switches conveniently arranged, so that if it became
desirable the whole place could be made a blaze of light. The young
man did not like to think of this family of unprotected women and
children coming out into the country without all the arrangements
possible to make them feel safe. For this reason also he had
established the telephone. He had talked it over with the agent,
paying a certain sum for its installation, and had a telephone put in
that they could pay for whenever they desired to use it. This would
make the young householder feel more comfortable about leaving her
mother out in the country all day, and also prevent her pride from
being hurt. The telephone was there. She need not use it unless
necessity arose. He felt he could explain that to her. If she didn't
like it, of course she could have it taken away.
There were a lot more things he would like to do to make the place more
habitable, but he did not dare. Sometimes even now his conscience
troubled him. What did he know about these people, anyway? and what
kind of a flighty youth was he becoming that he let a strange girl's
appealing face drive him to such lengths as he was going now?
Telephone, and electric lights, and stairs, and a fireplace in a barn!
It was all perfectly preposterous; and, if his family should hear of
it, he would never hear the last of it; that he was certain.
At such times he would hunt up his young sister and carry her off for a
long drive in the car, always ending up at Glenside Road, where she
exclaimed and praised to his heart's satisfaction, and gave anew her
word not to tell anybody a thing about it until he was ready.
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