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wife. "We are of good family, but;
mother was always the dance at
The look in his wife's eyes when he
apologized for his mother had vague
ly annoyed Larrimore.
After his conviction Laura had come
to see him regularly each three
months. Three months before his sen
tence expired she had told him that
she thought it would be no use their
living together. The house had been
sold, and she was hving then in a
boarding-house. Larrimore had not
answered her, because he meant to
go to her as soon as he came oat of
prison and explain that he vjoukl be
a rich man again within a year, and
that he could provide her with qyery
luxury. That would alter his wife's
decision, he knew.
Nevertheless, when he got out of
the train he was dissatisfied with him
self. Something of qdnscience had
begun to prick the thick skjin ofNthe
man. When he called at the bearding
house he discovered, tp his dismay,
that his wife had gone away. A letter
was handed to him, and. the dbof
closed on him. Larrimore did not
mind the closing of the door; he went
into the park and read the letter.
"I am leaving you forever, Harry,"
his wife had written, "because I can
not live with you again. For years I
have borne your callousness, but my
eyes have been opened. You are the
most selfish, worthless man that ever
lived. I am going to the last place
on earth where you will think of look
ing for me."
The letter was signed simply
None of us in so bad but sooneror
later the day comes when we see our
selves in the mirror of our souls. Lar
rimore said afterward that it was the
reading of this letter which shook
down the palace of his colossal self
conceit He sat for hours in the
park, dazed with the hideous self-revelation.
And then, when the meaning and
purposes of bis life had been revealed ,
to him, a sudden realization of his un
worthiness came home to him. The'
false gods that he had served stood
but, abominable idols. Life had meant
nothing to him at alL He had fought
his way above the bodies of all who
should have been dear to him. Nobody
on earth had ever cared for Mm, or
Except his mother., '
And, like the prodigal in the para-r
ble, except that the more loving par-f
ent remained alive to Mm, Larrimore
"I will arise and go unto my
f He thought of the old woman whom,
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plied with everything that was dross
and failed in the gold of love. Tears
blinded him. The man's selfishness
fell from him like a husk.
The following morning he took the
train out to the little village where
his mother lived. And as he dismount
ed upon the platform a great terror
came over him that Ms pilgrimage
was vain, and his mother dead.
r He hurried up the well-remembered
street He reached the Uttle cottage.
The place was occupied. He knocked.
An old woman with white hair came
to the door and peered at him with
her dimming eyes. And Larrimore
gasped out his repentance and fell
upon the floor before her.
For the better part of an hour he
kneeled at her feet, sobbing out Ms
sorrow, his shame, while the wrinkled
old. hand gently caressed his head. He
told her everything, his sentence, Ms
shame, he begged her for forgiveness.
He wanted only to devote the rest of
his life to making her happy. And
with awe he realized her simple faith
when she said to Mm:
"I tMnk, my dear,, that all these
troubles have come upon you to make
a man of you."
It was sweet to be in the little home
again. It was sweet to turn for sym
pathy and understanding to the only
being who had ever given either to
Mm, who understood the nature of
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