" There John Cable and I
shone once more amid a group of familiar and undimmed luminaries. John
Cable never took up the exact thread of the discourse broken off so
abruptly on the day of my return, in the cars, but it was when coming
home from the club one evening that he expressed himself to the effect
that I had always been a great burden on his mind, ever since the first
day he led me to school, and, to be sure, I had shown signs of
improvement lately, but there was always a pardonable doubt as to what I
might do next, and it was wearing on him, and would I set his mind at
rest by allowing him, in some sense, to take the direction of my life
into his own hands?
John, though of adverse views, had been heatedly discussing the merits of
the Capital Punishment question at the club, so I was not surprised at
the unusual grace and flow of his address.
Years have passed since that evening. I have been very happy as John's
wife. If I wander in my story, be it said that little John is running a
model express-train on the floor over my head. Little John, when not
dreaming, exercises a vast amount of destructive physical force.
* * * * *
A little more than a year after I left Wallencamp, I heard of Grandma and
Grandpa Keeler's death.
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