Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902 . r, hiding pins,needles, thimbles, spools, under pillows,under carpets, in cracks in the walls,under the coal in the bin; then sent thelittle fellow in the dark to find them;which he did, and was happy and proudwhen she praised him and smothered himwith caresses. From this time forward life took on anew complexion for her. She said, Thefuture is secure—I can wait, and enjoythe waiting. The most of her lost in-terests revived. She took up music again,and languages, drawing, painting, andthe other long-discarded delights-of herm
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902 . r, hiding pins,needles, thimbles, spools, under pillows,under carpets, in cracks in the walls,under the coal in the bin; then sent thelittle fellow in the dark to find them;which he did, and was happy and proudwhen she praised him and smothered himwith caresses. From this time forward life took on anew complexion for her. She said, Thefuture is secure—I can wait, and enjoythe waiting. The most of her lost in-terests revived. She took up music again,and languages, drawing, painting, andthe other long-discarded delights-of hermaidenhood. She was happy once more,and felt again the zest of life. As theyears drifted by she watched the devel-opment of her boy, and was contentedwith it. Not altogether, but nearly soft side of his heart was largerthan the other side of it. It was hisonly defect, in her eyes. But she consid-ered that his love for her and worship ofher made up for it. He was a good hater—that was well; but it was a question ifthe materials of his hatreds were of as. Its a Birth-Mark! tough and enduring a quality as those ofhis friendships—and that was not so well. The years drifted on. Archy was be-come a handsome, shapely, athletic youth,courteous, dignified, companionable, plea-sant in his ways, and looking perhaps atrifle older than he was, which was six-teen. One evening his mother said shehad something of grave importance tosay to him, adding that he was oldenough to hear it now, and old enoughand possessed of character enough andstability enough to carry out a stern planwhich she hadbeen for years contrivingand maturing. Then she told him herbitter story, in all its naked atrocious-ness. For a while the boy was paralyzed;then he said: I understand. We are Southerners; 258 HARPEKS MONTHLY MAGAZINE. and by our custom and nature there isbut one atonement. I will search him outand kill him. Kill him? No! Death is release,emancipation; death is a favor. Do Iowe him favors? Yo
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