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+THE YATES PRIDE
+A ROMANCE
+
+BY
+MARY E. WILKINS FREEMAN
+
+
+
+
+PART I
+
+
+THE YATES PRIDE
+
+Opposite Miss Eudora Yates's old colonial mansion was the perky
+modern Queen Anne residence of Mrs. Joseph Glynn.  Mrs. Glynn had
+a daughter, Ethel, and an unmarried sister, Miss Julia
+Esterbrook. All three were fond of talking, and had many callers
+who liked to hear the feebly effervescent news of Wellwood.  This
+afternoon three ladies were there: Miss Abby Simson, Mrs. John
+Bates, and Mrs. Edward Lee. They sat in the Glynn sitting-room,
+which shrilled with treble voices as if a flock of sparrows had
+settled therein.
+
+The Glynn sitting-room was charming, mainly because of the
+quantity of flowering plants.  Every window was filled with them,
+until the room seemed like a conservatory.  Ivy, too, climbed
+over the pictures, and the mantel-shelf was a cascade of
+wandering Jew, growing in old china vases.
+
+"Your plants are really wonderful, Mrs. Glynn," said Mrs. Bates,
+"but I don't see how you manage to get a glimpse of anything
+outside the house, your windows are so full of them."
+
+"Maybe she can see and not be seen," said Abby Simson, who had a
+quick wit and a ready tongue.
+
+Mrs. Joseph Glynn flushed a little. "I have not the slightest
+curiosity about my neighbors," she said, "but it is impossible to
+live just across the road from any house without knowing
+something of what is going on, whether one looks or not," said
+she, with dignity.
+
+"Ma and I never look out of the windows from curiosity," said
+Ethel Glynn, with spirit.  Ethel Glynn had a great deal of
+spirit, which was evinced in her personal appearance as well as
+her tongue.  She had an eye to the fashions; her sleeves were
+never out of date, nor was the arrangement of her hair.
+
+"For instance," said Ethel, "we never look at the house opposite
+because we are at all prying, but we do know that that old maid
+has been doing a mighty queer thing lately."
+
+"First thing you know you will be an old maid yourself, and then
+your stones will break your own glass house," said Abby Simson.
+
+"Oh, I don't care," retorted Ethel. "Nowadays an old maid isn't
+an old maid except from choice, and everybody knows it.  But it
+must have been different in Miss Eudora's time. Why, she is older
+than you are, Miss Abby."
+
+"Just five years," replied Abby, unruffled, "and she had chances,
+and I know it."
+
+"Why didn't she take them, then?"
+
+"Maybe," said Abby, "girls had choice then as much as now, but I
+never could make out why she didn't marry Harry Lawton."
+
+Ethel gave her head a toss.  "Maybe," said she, "once in a while,
+even so long ago, a girl wasn't so crazy to get married as folks
+thought.  Maybe she didn't want him."
+
+"She did want him," said Abby. "A girl doesn't get so pale and
+peaked-looking for nothing as Eudora Yates did, after she had
+dismissed Harry Lawton and he had gone away, nor haunt the
+post-office as she used to, and, when she didn't get a letter, go
+away looking as if she would die."
+
+"Maybe," said Ethel, "her folks were opposed."
+
+"Nobody ever opposed Eudora Yates except her own self," replied
+Abby.  "Her father was dead, and Eudora's ma thought the sun rose
+and set in her.  She would never have opposed her if she had
+wanted to marry a foreign duke or the old Harry himself."
+
+"I remember it perfectly," said Mrs. Joseph Glynn.
+
+"So do I," said Julia Esterbrook.
+
+"Don't see why you shouldn't. You were plenty old enough to have
+your memory in good working order if it was ever going to be,"
+said Abby Simson.
+
+"Well," said Ethel, "it is the funniest thing I ever heard of. 
+If a girl wanted a man enough to go all to pieces over him, and
+he wanted her, why on earth didn't she take him?"
+
+"Maybe they quarreled," ventured Mrs. Edward Lee, who was a mild,
+sickly-looking woman and seldom expressed an opinion.
+
+"Well, that might have been," agreed Abby, "although Eudora
+always had the name of having a beautiful disposition."
+
+"I have always found," said Mrs. Joseph Glynn, with an air of
+wisdom, "that it is the beautiful dispositions which are the most
+set the minute they get a start the wrong way.  It is the
+always-flying-out people who are the easiest to get on with in
+the long run."
+
+"Well," said Abby, "maybe that is so, but folks might get worn
+all to a frazzle by the flying-out ones before the long run.  I'd
+rather take my chances with a woman like Eudora. She always seems
+just so, just as calm and sweet.  When the Ames's barn, that was
+next to hers, burned down and the wind was her way, she just
+walked in and out of her house, carrying the things she valued
+most, and she looked like a picture--somehow she had got all
+dressed fit to make calls--and there wasn't a muscle of her face
+that seemed to move.  Eudora Yates is to my mind the most
+beautiful woman in this town, old or young, I don't care who she
+is."
+
+"I suppose," said Julia Esterbrook, "that she has a lot of
+money."
+
+"I wonder if she has," said Mrs. John Bates.
+
+The others stared at her.  "What makes you think she hasn't?"
+Mrs. Glynn inquired, sharply.
+
+"Nothing," said Mrs. Bates, and closed her thin lips.  She would
+say no more, but the others had suspicions, because her husband,
+John Bates, was a wealthy business man.
+
+"I can't believe she has lost her money," said Mrs. Glynn.  "She
+wouldn't have been such a fool as to do what she has if she
+hadn't money."
+
+"What has she done?" asked Mrs. Bates, eagerly.
+
+"What has she done?" asked Abby, and Mrs. Lee looked up
+inquiringly.
+
+The faces of Mrs. Glynn, her daughter, and her sister became
+important, full of sly and triumphant knowledge.
+
+"Haven't you heard?" asked Mrs. Glynn.
+
+"Yes, haven't you?" asked Ethel.
+
+"Haven't any of you heard?" asked Julia Esterbrook.
+
+"No," admitted Abby, rather feebly.  "I don't know as I have."
+
+"Do you mean about Eudora's going so often to the Lancaster
+girls' to tea?" asked Mrs. John Bates, with a slight bridle of
+possible knowledge.
+
+"I heard of that," said Mrs. Lee, not to be outdone.
+
+"Land, no," replied Mrs. Glynn. "Didn't she always go there?  It
+isn't that.  It is the most unheard-of thing she had done; but no
+woman, unless she had plenty of money to bring it up, would have
+done it."
+
+"To bring what up?" asked Abby, sharply.  Her eyes looked as
+small and bright as needles.
+
+Julia regarded her with intense satisfaction.  "What do women
+generally bring up?" said she.
+
+"I don't know of anything they bring up, whether they have it or
+not, except a baby," retorted Abby, sharply.
+
+Julia wilted a little; but her sister, Mrs. Glynn, was not
+perturbed.  She launched her thunderbolt of news at once, aware
+that the critical moment had come, when the quarry of suspicion
+had left the bushes.
+
+"She has adopted a baby," said she, and paused like a woman who
+had fired a gun, half scared herself and shrinking from the
+report.
+
+Ethel seconded her mother.  "Yes," said she, "Miss Eudora has
+adopted a baby, and she has a baby-carriage, and she wheels it
+out any time she takes a notion."  Ethel's speech was of the
+nature of an after-climax.  The baby-carriage weakened the
+situation.
+
+The other women seized upon the idea of the carriage to cover
+their surprise and prevent too much gloating on the part of Mrs.
+Glynn, Ethel, and Julia.
+
+"Is it a new carriage?" inquired Mrs. Lee.
+
+"No, it looks like one that came over in the ark," retorted Mrs.
+Glynn. Then she repeated: "She has adopted a baby," but this time
+there was no effect of an explosion.  However, the treble chorus
+rose high, "Where did she get the baby?  Was it a boy or a girl? 
+Why did she adopt it?  Did it cry much?" and other queries, none
+of which Mrs. Glynn, Ethel, and Julia could answer very decidedly
+except the last.  They all announced that the adopted baby was
+never heard to cry at all.
+
+"Must be a very good child," said Abby.
+
+"Must be a very healthy child," said Mrs. Lee, who had had
+experience with crying babies.
+
+"Well, she has it, anyhow," said Mrs. Glynn.
+
+Right upon the announcement came proof.  The beautiful door of
+the old colonial mansion opposite was thrown open, and clumsy and
+cautious motion was evident.  Presently a tall, slender woman
+came down the path between the box borders, pushing a
+baby-carriage.  It was undoubtedly a very old carriage.  It must
+have dated back to the fifties, if not the forties.  It was made
+of wood, with a leather buggy-top, and was evidently very heavy.
+
+Abby eyed it shrewdly.  "If I am not mistaken," said she, "that
+is the very carriage Eudora herself was wheeled around in when
+she was a baby.  I am almost sure I have seen that identical
+carriage before.  When we were girls I used to go to the Yates
+house sometimes.  Of course, it was always very formal, a little
+tea-party for Eudora, with her mother on hand, but I feel sure
+that I saw that carriage there one of those times.
+
+"I suppose it cost a lot of money, in the time of it.  The
+Yateses always got the very best for Eudora," said Julia.  "And
+maybe Eudora goes about so little she doesn't realize how out of
+date the carriage is, but I should think it would be very heavy
+to wheel, especially if the baby is a good-sized one."
+
+"It looks like a very large baby," said Ethel.  "Of course, it is
+so rolled up we can't tell."
+
+"Haven't you gone out and asked to see the baby?" said Abby.
+
+"Would we dare unless Eudora Yates offered to show it?" said
+Julia, with a surprised air; and the others nodded assent.  Then
+they all crowded to the front windows and watched from behind the
+screens of green flowering things.  It was very early in the
+spring.  Fairly hot days alternated with light frosts.  The trees
+were touched with sprays of rose and gold and gold-green, but the
+wind still blew cold from the northern snows, and the occupant of
+Eudora's ancient carriage was presumably wrapped well to shelter
+it from harm.  There was, in fact, nothing to be seen in the
+carriage, except a large roll of blue and white, as Eudora
+emerged from the yard and closed the iron gate of the tall fence
+behind her.
+
+Through this fence pricked the evergreen box, and the deep yard
+was full of soft pastel tints of reluctantly budding trees and
+bushes. There was one deep splash of color from a yellow bush in
+full bloom.
+
+Eudora paced down the sidewalk with a magnificent, stately gait. 
+There was something rather magnificent in her whole appearance. 
+Her skirts of old, but rich, black fabric swept about her long,
+advancing limbs; she held her black-bonneted head high, as if
+crowned.  She pushed the cumbersome baby-carriage with no
+apparent effort.  An ancient India shawl was draped about her
+sloping shoulders.
+
+Eudora, as she passed the Glynn house, turned her face slightly,
+so that its pure oval was evident.  She was now a beauty in late
+middle life. Her hair, of an indeterminate shade, swept in soft
+shadows over her ears; her features were regular; her expression
+was at once regal and gentle. A charm which was neither of youth
+nor of age reigned in her face; her grace had surmounted with
+triumphant ease the slope of every year.  Eudora passed out of
+sight with the baby-carriage, lifting her proud lady-head under
+the soft droop of the spring boughs; and her inspectors, whom she
+had not seen, moved back from the Glynn windows with exclamations
+of astonishment.
+
+"I wonder," said Abby, "whether she will have that baby call her
+ma or aunty."
+
+Meantime Eudora passed down the village street until she reached
+the Lancaster house, about half a mile away on the same side. 
+There dwelt the Misses Amelia and Anna Lancaster, who were about
+Eudora's age, and a widowed sister, Mrs. Sophia Willing, who was
+much older.  The Lancaster house was also a colonial mansion,
+much after the fashion of Eudora's, but it showed signs of
+continued opulence.  Eudora's, behind her trees and leafing
+vines, was gray for lack of paint.  Some of the colonial
+ornamental details about porches and roof were sloughing off or
+had already disappeared.  The Lancaster house gleamed behind its
+grove of evergreen trees as white and perfect as in its youth. 
+The windows showed rich slants of draperies behind their green
+glister of old glass.
+
+A gardener, with a boy assistant, was at work in the grounds when
+Eudora entered.  He touched his cap. He was an old man who had
+lived with the Lancasters ever since Eudora could remember.  He
+advanced toward her now.  "Sha'n't Tommy push--the baby-carriage
+up to the house for you, Miss Eudora?" he said, in his cracked
+old voice.
+
+Eudora flushed slightly, and, as if in response, the old man
+flushed, also. "No, I thank you, Wilson," she said, and moved on.
+
+The boy, who was raking dry leaves, stood gazing at them with a
+shrewd, whimsical expression.  He was the old man's grandson.
+
+"Is that a boy or a girl kid, grandpa?" he inquired, when the
+gardener returned.
+
+"Hold your tongue!" replied the old man, irascibly.  Suddenly he
+seized the boy by his two thin little shoulders with knotted old
+hands.
+
+"Look at here, Tommy, whatever you know, you keep your mouth
+shet, and whatever you don't know, you keep your mouth shet, if
+you know what's good for you," he said, in a fierce whisper.
+
+The boy whistled and shrugged his shoulders loose.  "You know I
+ain't goin' to tell tales, grandpa," he said, in a curiously
+manly fashion.
+
+The old man nodded.  "All right, Tommy.  I don't believe you be,
+nuther, but you may jest as well git it through your head what's
+goin' to happen if you do."
+
+"Ain't goin' to," returned the boy. He whistled charmingly as he
+raked the leaves.  His whistle sounded like the carol of a bird.
+
+Eudora pushed the carriage around to the side door, and
+immediately there was a fluttering rush of a slender woman clad
+in lavender down the steps.  This woman first kissed Eudora with
+gentle fervor, then, with a sly look around and voice raised
+intentionally high, she lifted the blue and white roll from the
+carriage with the tenderest care.  "Did the darling come to see
+his aunties?" she shrilled.
+
+The old man and the boy in the front yard heard her distinctly. 
+The old man's face was imperturbable. The boy grinned.
+
+Two other women, all clad in lavender, appeared in the doorway. 
+They also bent over the blue and white bundle.  They also said
+something about the darling coming to see his aunties.  Then
+there ensued the softest chorus of lady-laughter, as if at some
+hidden joke.
+
+"Come in, Eudora dear," said Amelia Lancaster.  "Yes, come in,
+Eudora dear," said Anna Lancaster. "Yes, come in, Eudora dear,"
+said Sophia Willing.
+
+Sophia looked much older than her sisters, but with that
+exception the resemblance between all three was startling.  They
+always dressed exactly alike, too, in silken fabric of bluish
+lavender, like myrtle blossoms. Some of the poetical souls in the
+village called the Lancaster sisters "The ladies in lavender."
+
+There was an astonishing change in the treatment of the blue and
+white bundle when the sisters and Eudora were in the stately old
+sitting-room, with its heavy mahogany furniture and its
+white-wainscoted calls. Amelia simply tossed the bundle into a
+corner of the sofa; then the sisters all sat in a loving circle
+around Eudora.
+
+"Are you sure you are not utterly worn out, dear?" asked Amelia,
+tenderly; and the others repeated the question in exactly the
+same tone. The Lancaster sisters were not pretty, but all had
+charming expressions of gentleness and a dignified good-will and
+loving kindness.  Their blue eyes beamed love at Eudora, and it
+was as if she sat encircled in a soul-ring of affection.
+
+She responded, and her beautiful face glowed with tenderness and
+pleasure, and something besides, which was as the light of
+victory.
+
+"I am not in the least tired, thank you, dears," she replied. 
+"Why should I be tired?  I am very strong."
+
+Amelia murmured something about such hard work.
+
+"I never thought it would be hard work taking care of a baby,"
+replied Eudora, "and especially such a very light baby."
+
+Something whimsical crept into Eudora's voice; something
+whimsical crept into the love-light of the other women's eyes. 
+Again a soft ripple of mirth swept over them.
+
+"Especially a baby who never cries," said Amelia.
+
+"No, he never does cry," said Eudora, demurely.
+
+They laughed again.  Then Amelia rose and left the room to get
+the tea-things.  The old serving-woman who had lived with them
+for many years was suffering from rheumatism, and was cared for
+by her daughter in the little cottage across the road from the
+Lancaster house.  Her husband and grandson were the man and boy
+at work in the grounds.  The three sisters took care of
+themselves and their house with the elegant ease and lack of
+fluster of gentlewomen born and bred.  Miss Amelia, bringing in
+the tea-tray, was an unclassed being, neither maid nor mistress,
+but outranking either.  She had tied on a white apron.  She bore
+the silver tray with an ease which bespoke either nerve or muscle
+in her lace-draped arms.
+
+She poured the tea, holding the silver pot high and letting the
+amber fluid trickle slowly, and the pearls and diamonds on her
+thin hands shone dully.  Sophia passed little china plates and
+fringed napkins, and Anna a silver basket with golden squares of
+sponge-cake.
+
+The ladies ate and drank, and the blue and white bundle on the
+sofa remained motionless.  Eudora, after she had finished her
+tea, leaned back gracefully in her chair, and her dark eyes
+gleamed with its mild stimulus. She remained an hour or more. 
+When she went out, Amelia slipped an envelope into her hand and
+at the same time embraced and kissed her. Sophia and Anna
+followed her example.  Eudora opened her mouth as if to speak,
+but smiled instead, a fond, proud smile.  During the last fifteen
+minutes of her stay Amelia had slipped out of the room with the
+blue and white bundle.  Now she brought it out and laid it
+carefully in the carriage.
+
+"We are always so glad to see you, dearest Eudora," said she,
+"but you understand --"
+
+"Yes," said Sophia, "you understand, Eudora dear, that there is
+not the slightest haste."
+
+Eudora nodded, and her long neck seemed to grow longer.
+
+When she was stepping regally down the path, Amelia said in a
+hasty whisper to Sophia: "Did you tell her?"
+
+Sophia shook her head.  "No, sister."
+
+"I didn't know but you might have, while I was out of the room."
+
+"I did not," said Sophia.  She looked doubtfully at Amelia, then
+at Anna, and doubt flashed back and forth between the three pairs
+of blue eyes for a second.  Then Sophia spoke with authority,
+because she was the only one of them all who had entered the
+estate of matrimony, and had consequently obvious cognizance of
+such matters.
+
+"I think," said she, "that Eudora should be told that Harry
+Lawton has come back and is boarding at the Wellwood Inn."
+
+"You think," faltered Amelia, "that it is possible she might meet
+him unexpectedly?"
+
+"I certainly do think so.  And she might show her feelings in a
+way which she would ever afterward regret."
+
+"You think, then, that she --"
+
+Sophia gave her sister a look. Amelia fled after Eudora and the
+baby-carriage.  She overtook her at the gate.  She laid her hand
+on Eudora's arm, draped with India shawl.
+
+"Eudora!" she gasped.
+
+Eudora turned her serene face and regarded her questioningly.
+
+"Eudora," said Amelia, "have you heard of anybody's coming to
+stay at the inn lately?"
+
+"No," replied Eudora, calmly. "Why, dear?"
+
+"Nothing, only, Eudora, a dear and old friend of yours, of ours,
+is there, so I hear."
+
+Eudora did not inquire who the old friend might be.  "Really?"
+she remarked.  Then she said, "Goodby, Amelia dear," and resumed
+her progress with the baby-carriage.
+
+
+
+PART II
+
+"She never even asked who it was," Amelia reported to her
+sisters, when she had returned to the house.  "Because she knew,"
+replied Sophia, sagely; "there has never been any old friend but
+that one old friend to come back into Eudora Yates's life."
+
+"Has he come back into her life, I wonder?" said Amelia.
+
+"What did he return to Wellwood for if he didn't come for that? 
+All his relatives are gone.  He never married.  Yes, he has come
+back to see Eudora and marry her, if she will have him.  No man
+who ever loved Eudora would ever get over loving her.  And he
+will not be shocked when he sees her.  She is no more changed
+than a beautiful old statue."
+
+"HE is changed, though," said Amelia.  "I saw him the other day.
+He didn't see me, and I would hardly have known him.  He has
+grown stout, and his hair is gray."
+
+"Eudora's hair is gray," said Sophia.
+
+"Yes, but you can see the gold through Eudora's gray.  It just
+looks as if a shadow was thrown over it. It doesn't change her. 
+Harry Lawton's gray hair does change him."
+
+"If," said Anna, sentimentally, "Eudora thinks Harry's hair
+turned gray for love of her, you can trust her or any woman to
+see the gold through it."
+
+"Harry's hair was never gold--just an ordinary brown," said
+Amelia. "Anyway, the Lawtons turned gray young."
+
+"She won't think of that at all," said Sophia.
+
+"I wonder why Eudora always avoided him so, years ago," said
+Amelia.
+
+"Why doesn't a girl in a field of daisies stop to pick one, which
+she never forgets?" said Sophia.  "Eudora had so many chances,
+and I don't think her heart was fixed when she was very young; at
+least, I don't think it was fixed so she knew it."
+
+"I wonder," said Amelia, "if he will go and call on her."
+
+Amelia privately wished that she lived near enough to know if
+Harry Lawton did call.  She, as well as Mrs. Joseph Glynn, would
+have enjoyed watching out and knowing something of the village
+happenings, but the Lancaster house was situated so far from the
+road, behind its grove of trees, that nothing whatever could be
+seen.
+
+"I doubt if Eudora tells, if he does call--that is, not unless
+something definite happens," said Anna.
+
+"No," remarked Amelia, sadly. "Eudora is a dear, but she is very
+silent with regard to her own affairs."
+
+"She ought to be," said Sophia, with her married authority.  She
+was, to her sisters, as one who had passed within the shrine and
+was dignifiedly silent with regard to its intimate mysteries.
+
+"I suppose so," assented Anna, with a soft sigh.  Amelia sighed
+also. Then she took the tea-tray out of the room.  She had to
+make some biscuits for supper.
+
+Meantime Eudora was pacing homeward with the baby-carriage.  Her
+serene face was a little perturbed. Her oval cheeks were flushed,
+and her mouth now and then trembled.  She had, if she followed
+her usual course, to pass the Wellwood Inn, but she could
+diverge, and by taking a side street and walking a half-mile
+farther reach home without coming in sight of the inn.  She did
+so to-day.
+
+When she reached the side street she turned rather swiftly and
+gave a little sigh of relief.  She was afraid that she might meet
+Harry Lawton. It was a lonely way.  There was a brook on one
+side, bordered thickly with bushy willows which were turning
+gold-green.  On the other side were undulating pasture-lands on
+which grazed a few sheep.  There were no houses until she reached
+the turn which would lead back to the main street, on which her
+home was located.
+
+Eudora was about midway of this street when she saw a man
+approaching.  He was a large man clad in gray, and he was
+swinging an umbrella.  Somehow the swing of that umbrella, even
+from a distance, gave an impression of embarrassment and boyish
+hesitation.  Eudora did not know him at first.  She had expected
+to see the same Harry Lawton who had gone away.  She did not
+expect to see a stout, middle-aged man, but a slim youth.
+
+However, as they drew nearer each other, she knew; and curiously
+enough it was that swing of the tightly furled umbrella which
+gave her the clue.  She knew Harry because of that.  It was a
+little boyish trick which had survived time.  It was too late for
+her to draw back, for he had seen her, and Eudora was keenly
+alive to the indignity of abruptly turning and scuttling away
+with the tail of her black silk swishing, her India shawl
+trailing, and the baby-carriage bumping over the furrows. She
+continued, and Harry Lawton continued, and they met.
+
+Harry Lawton had known Eudora at once.  She looked the same to
+him as when she had been a girl, and he looked the same to her
+when he spoke.
+
+"Hullo, Eudora," said Harry Lawton, in a ludicrously boyish
+fashion. His face flushed, too, like a boy.  He extended his hand
+like a boy.  The man, seen near at hand, was a boy. In reality he
+himself had not changed. A few layers of flesh and a change of
+color-cells do not make another man. He had always been a simple,
+sincere, friendly soul, beloved of men and women alike, and he
+was that now. Eudora held out her hand, and her eyes fell before
+the eyes of the man, in an absurd fashion for such a stately
+creature as she.  But the man himself acted like a great happy
+overgrown school-boy.
+
+"Hullo, Eudora," he said again.
+
+"Hullo," said she, falteringly.
+
+It was inconceivable that they should meet in such wise after the
+years of separation and longing which they had both undergone;
+but each took refuge, as it were, in a long-past youth, even
+childhood, from the fierce tension of age.  When they were both
+children they had been accustomed to pass each other on the
+village street with exactly such salutation, and now both
+reverted to it. The tall, regal woman in her India shawl and the
+stout, middle-aged man had both stepped back to their
+vantage-ground of springtime to meet.
+
+However, after a moment, Eudora reasserted herself.  "I only
+heard a short time ago that you were here," she said, in her
+usual even voice.  The fair oval of her face was as serene and
+proud toward the man as the face of the moon.
+
+The man swung his umbrella, then began prodding the ground with
+it. "Hullo, Eudora," he said again; then he added: "How are you,
+anyway? Fine and well?"
+
+"I am very well, thank you," said Eudora.  "So you have come home
+to Wellwood after all this time?"
+
+The man made an effort and recovered himself, although his
+handsome face was burning.
+
+"Yes," he remarked, with considerable ease and dignity, to which
+he had a right, for Harry Lawton had not made a failure of his
+life, even though it had not included Eudora and a fulfilled
+dream.
+
+"Yes," he continued, "I had some leisure; in fact, I have this
+spring retired from business; and I thought I would have a look
+at the old place. Very little changed I am happy to find it."
+
+"Yes, it is very little changed," assented Eudora; "at least, it
+seems so to me, but it is not for a life-long dweller in any
+place to judge of change.  It is for the one who goes and returns
+after many years."
+
+There was a faint hint of proud sadness in Eudora's voice as she
+spoke the last two words.
+
+"It has been many years," said Lawton, gravely, "and I wonder if
+it has seemed so to you."
+
+Eudora held her head proudly. "Time passes swiftly," said she,
+tritely.
+
+"But sometimes it may seem long in the passing, however swift,"
+said Lawton, "though I suppose it has not to you.  You look just
+the same," he added, regarding her admiringly.
+
+Eudora flushed a little.  "I must be changed," she murmured.
+
+"Not a bit.  I would have known you anywhere.  But I--"
+
+"I knew you the minute you spoke."
+
+"Did you?" he asked, eagerly.  "I was afraid I had grown so stout
+you would not remember me at all.  Queer how a man will grow
+stout.  I am not such a big eater, either, and I have worked
+hard, and--well, I might have been worse off, but I must say I
+have seen men who seemed to me happier, though I have made the
+best of things.  I always did despise a flunk. But you!  I heard
+you had adopted a baby," he said, with a sudden glance at the
+blue and white bundle in the carriage, "and I thought you were
+mighty sensible.  When people grow old they want young people
+growing around them, staffs for old age, you know, and all that
+sort of thing.  Don't know but I should have adopted a boy myself
+if it hadn't been for --"
+
+The man stopped, and his face was pink.  Eudora turned her face
+slightly away.
+
+"By the way," said the man, in a suddenly hushed voice, "I
+suppose the kid you've got there is asleep. Wouldn't do to wake
+him?"
+
+"I think I had better not," replied Eudora, in a hesitating
+voice.  She began to walk along, and Harry Lawton fell into step
+beside her.
+
+"I suppose it isn't best to wake up babies; makes them cross, and
+they cry," he said.  "Say, Eudora, is he much trouble?"
+
+"Very little," replied Eudora, still in that strange voice.
+
+"Doesn't keep you awake nights?"
+
+"Oh no."
+
+"Because if he does, I really think you should have a nurse.  I
+don't think you ought to lose sleep taking care of him."
+
+"I do not."
+
+"Well, I was mighty glad when I heard you had adopted him.  I
+suppose you made sure about his parentage, where he hailed from
+and what sort of people?"
+
+"Oh yes."  Eudora was very pale.
+
+"That's right.  Maybe some time you will tell me all about it.  I
+am coming over Thursday to have a look at the youngster.  I have
+to go to the city on business to-morrow and can't get back until
+Thursday.  I was coming over to-night to call on you, but I have
+a man coming to the inn this evening--he called me up on the
+telephone just now--one of the men who have taken my place in the
+business; and as long as I have met you I will just walk along
+with you, and come Thursday.  I suppose the baby won't be likely
+to wake up just yet, and when he does you'll have to get his
+supper and put him to bed.  Is that the way the rule goes?"
+
+Eudora nodded in a shamed, speechless sort of way.
+
+"All right.  I'll come Thursday -but say, look here, Eudora. 
+This is a quiet road, not a soul in sight, just like an outdoor
+room to ourselves. Why shouldn't I know now just as well as wait? 
+Say, Eudora, you know how I used to feel about you.  Well, it has
+lasted all these years.  There has never been another woman I
+even cared to look at.  You are alone, except for that baby, and
+I am alone. Eudora --"
+
+The man hesitated.  His flushed face had paled.  Eudora paced
+silently and waveringly at his side.
+
+"Eudora," the man went on, "you know you always used to run away
+from me--never gave me a chance to really ask; and I thought you
+didn't care.  But somehow I have wondered--perhaps because you
+never got married--if you didn't quite mean it, if you didn't
+quite know your own mind.  You'll think I'm a conceited ass, but
+I'm not a bad sort, Eudora. I would be as good to you as I know
+how, and--we could bring him up together."  He pointed to the
+carriage. "I have plenty of money.  We could do anything we
+wanted to do for him, and we should not have to live alone. Say,
+Eudora, you may not think it's the thing for a man to own up to,
+but, hang it all! I'm alone, and I don't want to face the rest of
+my life alone. Eudora, do you think you could make up your mind
+to marry me, after all?"
+
+They had reached the turn in the road.  Just beyond rose the
+stately pile of the old Yates mansion.  Eudora stood still and
+gave one desperate look at her lover.  "I will let you know
+Thursday," she gasped.  Then she was gone, trundling the baby-
+carriage with incredible speed.
+
+"But, Eudora --"
+
+"I must go," she called back, faintly. The man stood staring
+after the hurrying figure with its swishing black skirts and its
+flying points of rich India shawl, and he smiled happily and
+tenderly.  That evening at the inn his caller, a young fellow
+just married and beaming with happiness, saw an answering beam in
+the older man's face.  He broke off in the midst of a sentence
+and stared at him.
+
+"Don't give me away until I tell you to, Ned," he said, "but I
+don't know but I am going to follow your example."
+
+"My example?"
+
+"Yes, going to get married."
+
+The young man gasped.  A look of surprise, of amusement, then of
+generous sympathy came over his face.  He grasped Lawton's hand.
+
+"Who is she?"
+
+"Oh, a woman I wanted more than anything in the world when I was
+about your age."
+
+"Then she isn't young?"
+
+"She is better than young."
+
+"Well," agreed the young man, "being young and pretty is not
+everything."
+
+"Pretty!" said Harry Lawton, scornfully, "pretty!  She is a great
+beauty."
+
+"And not young?"
+
+"She is a great beauty, and better than young, because time has
+not touched her beauty, and you can see for yourself that it
+lasts."
+
+The young man laughed.  "Oh, well," he said, with a tender
+inflection, "I dare say that my Amy will look like that to me."
+
+"If she doesn't you don't love her," said Lawton.  "But my Eudora
+IS that."
+
+"That is a queer-sounding Greek name."
+
+"She is Greek, like her name. Such beauty never grows old.  She
+stands on her pedestal, and time only looks at her to love her."
+
+"I thought you were a business man as hard as nails," said the
+young man, wonderingly.  Lawton laughed.
+
+When Thursday came, Lawton, carefully dressed and carrying a long
+tissue-paper package, evidently of roses, approached the Yates
+house. It was late in the afternoon.  There had been a warm day,
+and the trees were clouds of green and more bushes had blossomed. 
+Eudora had put on a green silk dress of her youth.  The revolving
+fashions had made it very passable, and the fabric was as
+beautiful as ever.
+
+When Lawton presented her with the roses she pinned one in the
+yellowed lace which draped her bodice and put the rest in a great
+china vase on the table.  The roses were very fragrant, and
+immediately the whole room was possessed by them.
+
+A tiny, insistent cry came from a corner, and Lawton and Eudora
+turned toward it.  There stood the old wooden cradle in which
+Eudora had been rocked to sleep, but over the clumsy hood Eudora
+had tacked a fall of rich old lace and a great bow of soft pink
+satin.
+
+"He is waking up," said the man, in a hushed, almost reverent
+voice.
+
+Eudora nodded.  She went toward the cradle, and the man followed.
+She lifted the curtain of lace, and there became visible little
+feebly waving pink arms and hands, like tentacles of love, and a
+little puckered pink face which was at once ugly and divinely
+beautiful.
+
+"A fine boy," said the man.  The baby made a grimace at him which
+was hideous but lovely.
+
+"I do believe he thinks he knows you," said Eudora, foolishly.
+
+The baby made a little nestling motion, and its creasy eyelids
+dropped.
+
+"Looks to me as if he was going to sleep again," said Lawton, in
+a whisper.  Eudora jogged the cradle gently with her foot, and
+both were still.  Then Eudora dropped the lace veil over the
+cradle again and moved softly away.
+
+Lawton followed her.  "I haven't my answer yet, Eudora," he
+whispered, leaning over her shoulder as she moved.
+
+"Come into the other room," she murmured, "or we shall wake the
+baby."  Her voice was softly excited.
+
+Eudora led the way into the parlor, upon whose walls hung some
+really good portraits and whose furnishings still merited the
+adjective magnificent. There had been opulence in the Yates
+family; and in this room, which had been conserved, there was
+still undimmed and unfaded evidence of it. Eudora drew aside a
+brocade curtain and sat down on an embroidered satin sofa. 
+Lawton sat beside her.
+
+"This room looks every whit as grand as it used to look to me
+when I was a boy," he said.
+
+"It has hardly been opened, except to have it cleaned, since you
+went away," replied Eudora, "and no wear has come upon it."
+
+"And everything was rather splendid to begin with, and has
+lasted.  And so were you, Eudora, and you have lasted.  Well,
+what about my answer, dear girl?"
+
+"You have to hear something first."
+
+Lawton laughed.  "A confession?"
+
+Eudora held her head proudly. "No, not exactly," said she.  "I am
+not sure that I have ever had anything to confess."
+
+"You never were sure, you proud creature."
+
+"I am not now.  I never intended to deceive you, but you were
+deceived. I did intend to deceive others, others who had no right
+to know.  I do not feel that I owe them any explanation. I do owe
+you one, although I do not feel that I have done anything wrong.
+Still, I cannot allow you to remain deceived."
+
+"Well, what is it, dear?"
+
+Eudora looked at him.  "You remember that afternoon when you met
+me with the baby-carriage?"
+
+"Well, I should think so.  My memory has not failed me in three
+days."
+
+"You thought I had a baby in that carriage."
+
+"Of course I did."
+
+"There wasn't a baby in the carriage."
+
+"Well, what on earth was it, then? A cat?"
+
+Eudora, if possible, looked prouder. "It was a package of soiled
+linen from the Lancaster girls."
+
+"Oh, good heavens, Eudora!"
+
+"Yes," said Eudora, proudly.  "I lost nearly everything when that
+railroad failed.  I had enough left to pay the taxes, and that
+was all. After I had used a small sum in the savings-bank there
+was nothing.  One day I went over to the Lancasters', and
+I--well, I had not had much to eat for several days.  I was a
+little faint, and --"
+
+"Eudora, you poor, darling girl!"
+
+"And the Lancaster girls found out," continued Eudora, calmly. 
+"They gave me something to eat, and I suppose I ate as if I were
+famished. I was."
+
+"Eudora!"
+
+"And they wanted to give me money, but I would not take it, and
+they had been trying to find a laundress for their finer
+linen--their old serving-woman was ill.  They could find one for
+the heavier things, but they are very particular, and I was sure
+I could manage, and so I begged them to let me have the work, and
+they did, and overpaid me, I fear. And I--I knew very well how
+many spying eyes were about, and I thought of my proud father and
+my proud mother and grandmother, and perhaps I was proud, too. 
+You know they talk about the Yates pride.  It was not so much
+because I was ashamed of doing honest work as because I did
+resent those prying eyes and tattling tongues, and so I said
+nothing, but I did go back and forth in broad daylight with the
+linen wrapped up in the old blue and white blanket, in my old
+carriage, and they thought what they thought."
+
+Eudora laughed faintly.  She had a gentle humor.  "It was
+somewhat laughable, too," she observed.  "The Lancaster girls and
+I have had our little jests over it, but I felt that I could not
+deceive you."
+
+Lawton looked bewildered.  "But that is a real baby in there," he
+said, jerking an elbow toward the other room.
+
+"Oh yes," replied Eudora.  "I adopted him yesterday.  I went to
+the Children's Home in Elmfield. Amelia Lancaster went with me.
+Wilson drove us over.  I know a nurse there.  She took care of
+mother in her last illness.  And I adopted this baby; at least, I
+am going to.  He comes of respectable people, and his parents are
+dead.  His mother died when he was born.  He is healthy, and I
+thought him a beautiful baby."
+
+"Yes, he is," assented Lawton, but he still looked somewhat
+perplexed.  "But why did you hurry off so and get him, Eudora?"
+said he.
+
+"I thought from what you said that day that you would be
+disappointed when you found out I had only the Lancaster linen
+and not a real baby," said Eudora with her calm, grand air and
+with no trace of a smile.
+
+"Then that means that you say yes, Eudora?"
+
+For the first time Eudora gave a startled glance at him.  "Didn't
+you know?" she gasped.
+
+"How should I?  You had not said yes really, dear."
+
+"Do you think," said Eudora Yates, "that I am not too proud to
+allow you to ask me if my answer were not yes?"
+
+"So that is the reason you always ran away from me, years ago, so
+that I never had a chance to ask you?"
+
+"Of course," said Eudora.  "No woman of my family ever allows a
+declaration which she does not intend to accept.  I was always
+taught that by my mother."
+
+Then a small but insistent cry rent the air.  "The baby is
+awake!" cried Eudora, and ran, or, rather, paced swiftly--Eudora
+had been taught never to run--and Lawton followed. It was he who
+finally quieted the child, holding the little thing in his arms.
+
+But the baby, before that, cried so long and lustily that all the
+women in the Glynn house opposite were on the alert, and also
+some of the friends who were calling there.  Abby Simson was one.
+
+"Harry Lawton has been there over an hour now," said Abby, while
+the wailing continued, "and I know as well as I want to that
+there will be a wedding."
+
+"I wonder he doesn't object to that adopted baby," said Julia
+Esterbrook.
+
+"I know one thing," said Abby Simson.  "It must be a boy baby, it
+hollers so."
+
+
+
+
+
+End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of The Yates Pride by Mary Freeman
+
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