Love stories; New England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
You say you are feeling very well again, sleeping soundly and
eating with good appetite. Then do come home at once. I have
submitted to your wild-goose chase because the doctor approved, and
it was evidently working well, but I haven't really had an easy
minute since you left. When you said that even taking a maid with
you would make you nervous, and I allowed you to go off to a
strange island quite alone, I put a great constraint upon myself.
Your wire shows me that you are encountering some of the
circumstances which I feared, and which will lead to future
embarrassment. Some people are evidently trying to claim
acquaintance or even relationship with our family. I wired you that
there were no Lorings connected with us in this country. It was an
odd coincidence that just after I sent the message to you, I picked
up a newspaper and saw that Herbert Loring had returned from Paris
and was staying at the Copley-Plaza. I am quite certain _he_ has
not emigrated to your island. So my message is true enough. He is a
distant cousin of your father's and though not an old man is a very
broken one, owing to family troubles. Seeing his name in the paper
brought up sad memories and made me thankful for a good,
conscientious daughter who will always remember what is due her
family, and now, when you are thrown among ordinary people, such as
you have never come in contact with, is a good time to speak of
such a tragedy. Mr. Loring's only child was a daughter, a pretty,
artistic girl of whom he was inordinately proud and fond. She
became infatuated with a man whom her father forbade her even to
see. She eloped with him. Oh, the agony she caused that father, who
had lost his wife years before. Of course, he did the only thing
possible in such a case--forbade her name to be mentioned. He
became very ill, and, as soon as he was convalescent, gave up
business and went abroad. He has spent all the years since--about
fifteen, I think--in traveling about, trying to recover his health
and divert his mind. Now the poor, weary man has come back again. I
am wondering if he will open his house. He is wealthy, and, if his
health is restored, he may do so and take up life again. I am sure
your father will wish to communicate with Mr. Loring as soon as he
returns from his cruise. Perhaps the lonely man will accept an
invitation to visit us.
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