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By Edith Mills Hutchinson
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
It was three weeks .since Jim Kear
ney had died, leaving a wife and 18-year-old
daughter, and Mildred Kear
ney had begun to realize life for the
For the first time since she had run
away from her father's house in Con
necticut, to become the wife of a
wastrel, 20 years before. Those had
been bitter years, when her hus
band's gambling and unfaithfulness
had made all the future hopeless.
Jim had drunk, too, but he had not
been actively unkind to the sweet
faced girl of breeding which, instinc
tively recognizing, he had not had
the wit to endeavor to utilize for his
own uplift. Jim Kearney was a bad
lot and he made his wife and ',child
But at length he had come to see
the fruitlessness of his life, the im
possibility of his dream of elusive
millions. He had bought a farm in
the northwest and died there, leav
ing the place unpaid for and every
That was the situation that con
fronted the women. It was after
three weeks that Mildred Kearney
lifted up her voice to Ruth.
"I'm going back, dear," she said.
"I'm going to Conecticul, where I
was born. I'm not fit for life here. I
want a little place with hills and val
leys and the sight of a brook, where
I can spend my last days."
"Grandfather's dead," said Ruth.
"You know that letter cut us out of
his money. He never forgave. His
son will never forgive. It isn't as if
Harold was your brother. A half
brother is different It's no use going
"I'm going," answered the mother.
"I'll work, maybe. I only want a
place where I can see folks and be
at rest You'd best stay here and
marry that young chap that wants
you. I know you don't love him, but
it's a living and life's hard, Ruth."
"I'll go with you," said Ruth.
"There's money enough for two
"What'll you do there, Ruth, dear?
You don't know the east. Every
"I'll go," said the girL
A week later they descended from
the train at the little station and
found accommodations at the inn.
"I Think the Younger One Will Do."
Everything had changed in those 20
years. Mildred hardly recognized a
single landmark. She did see one or
two men, grown old, whom she rec
ognized, but none of -them paused to
look twice at the two toil-st'ained,
travel-worn women in poor clothes,
and Mildred did not reveal herself.
She learned that the old squire had
prospered in his lifetime; he had add
ed acres to acres and all the land
about was his, land which should o?