girlish way; but you know boys don’t think that small girls know anything. I’d put up any amount that Norman, in that far-away camp, is thinking of you, constantly.”
“Oh-h-h-h! If I could only know that!” and a look of almost sanctity, and a big, long-drawn sigh told what a turmoil was going on in this young girl’s mind. “But I’m going on, and on and on with this night talking until Norman is back again. Possibly a plan will turn up toward both of us living down our past,and our sorrow.” And Gadsby, slowly plodding along towards his dimly lit mansion, thought of a slight transposition of that scriptural quotation: “And your sins, you adults, shall fall upon your offspring, unto your third and fourth—”
“Oh, if a man would only think of his offspring having to carry on, long past his last day! And of how hard it is for a boy or girl to stand up and proudly (?) claim that so-and-so ‘was my Dad,’ if all Branton Hills knows of that Dad’s inglorious past. Poor kids!” for you know that Gadsby said, in this story’s start, that “a man should so carry on his daily affairs as to bring no word of admonition from anybody;” for a man’s doings should put a stain upon no soul but his own.
But, aha!! As His Honor got to his parlor,
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