The Turn of the Tide: The Story of How Margaret Solved Her ProblemPorter, Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman)
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The Turn of the Tide: The Story of How Margaret Solved Her Problem
Porter, Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman)
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"There," he sighed. "Now you admit it. We can talk sensibly and
reasonably. Margaret, why have you tried to keep it up all these weeks,
when it was just killing you?"
"I wanted to make--you--happy," came miserably from behind the hands.
"And did you think I could be made happy that way--by your wretchedness?"
There was no answer.
"I've seen it coming for a long time," he went on gently, "and I did not
blame you. I could never have made you happy, and I knew it almost from
the first. I wasn't happy, either--because I couldn't make you so.
Perhaps now I--I shall be happier; who knows?" he asked, with a wan
little smile.
Margaret sobbed. It was so like Bobby--to belittle his own grief, just to
make it easier for her!
"You see, it was for only the work that you cared for me," resumed the
man after a minute. "You loved that, and you thought you loved me. But
it was only the work all the time, dear. I understand that now. You see
I watched you--and I watched him."
"Him!" Margaret's hands were down, and she was looking at Bobby with
startled eyes.
"Yes. I used to think he loved you even then, but after the fire, and I
heard your cry of 'Frank'----"
Margaret sprang to her feet.
"Bobby, Bobby, you don't know what you are saying," she cried
agitatedly. "Mr. Spencer does not love me, and he never loved me. Why,
Bobby, he couldn't! He even pleaded with me to marry another man."
"He pleaded with you!" Bobby's eyes were puzzled.
"Yes. Now, Bobby, surely you understand that he doesn't love me. Surely
you must see!"
Bobby threw a quick look into the flushed, quivering face; then hastily
turned his eyes away.
"Yes, I see," he said almost savagely. And he did see--more than he
wanted to. But he did not understand: how a man _could_ have the love of
Margaret Kendall and not want it, was beyond the wildest flights of his
fancy.
CHAPTER XL
Frank Spencer had already left the Mill House and gone to Hilcrest when
McGinnis was well enough to go back to his place in the mills. The
mills, in spite of the loss of the two buildings (which were being
rapidly rebuilt) were running full time, and needed him greatly,
particularly as the senior member of the firm had not entirely regained
his old health and strength.
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