Should She Have Left Him? — page 276: what you’re looking at

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270 SHOULD SHE HAVE LEFF HIM? of the wonderful things Trescotte was to show the little lad, and the most wonderful pony that ever was, to be all his own, whose silver tail and harness and cart won an eager light to the dark eyes of the lad, and wooed a smile to his lip. Dayton came again, very busy and very mysteri- ous, and beckoned to Adams. The door closed upon them, and there was a moment or two of silence. Then a soft, glad cry stole through the door, and all was silence again. The lad prattled about the silver tail and the long whip, eager to go. “Oh,” cried Mrs. Trevor-Allen to Mr. Magrane, “is there anything in this world more pathetically cruel than the eagerness of a child to run from the clinging love of its mother to the promised rainbow.” Mr. Dayton appeared for the fourth or fifth time, his face working nervously, and there was so much of it to work, again busy with the papers on his desk. Then he came to the group. ‘‘There is a little woman in there,” pointing to the door that hid her, as he found his handkerchief and blew a sonorous blast, ‘‘ who has experienced in a single hour the deepest sorrow a mother can know, the loss of her child, and the highest joy a wife may know, the proof of the deep love of the man who has won hers. Go now, good people. Do not wring her heart with fresh sorrow by letting her see you carry her child away.” As they prepared to go, Mrs. Trevor-Allen said to Mr. Magrane: Comicbooks.€©