Miss Severance had several photographs of her mother as a girl that Nan
had never seen, and she was fond of looking them over and exclaiming at
the "old-fashioned" frocks and quaintly arranged hair, and wondering
whether this happy-looking girl ever discovered the sacrifice her
friend had made for her.
One day Nan asked Miss Severance as much, but Aunt Isabel had shaken
her head gravely and said:
"No, Nan, she never did. And don't think of that part of the story, my
dear. It was no more than I ought to have done. You must not make a
piece of heroism of it. I only told it to you because unless I had, it
would have been difficult to explain why I left her and went so far
away."
"Aunt Isabel," Nan said, "won't you tell me just what it was you gave
up?" But Miss Severance shook her head.
What the girl could not at all comprehend was the fact of any one's
being "not at peace" with Aunt Isabel. Aunt Isabel, who never was
unjust nor unkind, nor anything but generous and good to every one.
She thought if she could have spoken to her father she could have
convinced him that he was mistaken about Aunt Isabel. But that was
impossible now. Her father--again the hot tears came surging up, and
her breast began to heave.
Suddenly she started. What was that? She jumped to her feet.
Somebody was turning the knob of the street door and fitting a key in
the lock. At first it was her impulse to cry out, but she mastered
herself and ran quickly through the parlor and stood bravely on the
threshold waiting for the door to open and admit the intruder. Her
heart beat like a trip-hammer in her side, and the pulses in her wrists
and temples throbbed painfully. She saw the door move inward, she felt
the rush of cold outer air upon her face, and then--
In a moment she was locked in two strong arms, her head was pressed
against a dear, broad chest, and she was crying "Father! Father!" in a
perfect ecstasy of rapture and a tempest of tears.
For a few moments neither of them said a single word. They just clung
to each other and wept--the strong man as well as the slender girl.
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