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"Care? Of course he did. It almost broke his heart, and wasted him to a

skeleton. You did wrong, Ethie, to go and stay so long. Richard did not

deserve it."

It was the first word of censure Aunt Barbara had uttered, and Ethelyn

felt it keenly, as was evinced by her quivering lip and trembling voice,

as she said: "Don't auntie, don't you scold me, please. I can bear it

better from anyone else. I want you to stand by me. I know I was hasty

and did very wrong. I've said so a thousand times; but I was so unhappy

and wretched at first, and at the last he made me so angry with his

unjust accusations."

"Yes; he told me all, and showed me the letter you left. I know the

whole," Aunt Barbara said, while Ethelyn continued: "Where is he now? How long since you heard from him?"

"It is two years or more. He wrote the last letter. I'm a bad

correspondent, you know, and as I had no good news to write, I did not

think it worth while to bother him. I don't know where he is since he

quit being governor."

There was a sudden lifting of Ethie's head, a quick arching of her

eyebrows, which told that the governor part was news to her. Then she

asked, quietly, "Has he been governor?"

"Yes, Governor of Iowa; and James' wife lived with him. She was Melinda

Jones."

"Yes, yes," and Ethie's foot beat the carpet thoughtfully, while her

eyes were cast-down, and the great tears gathered slowly in the

long-fringed lids, then they fell in perfect showers, and laying her

head in Aunt Barbara's lap she sobbed piteously.

Perhaps she was thinking of all she had thrown away, and weeping that

another had taken the post she would have been so proud to fill. Aunt

Barbara did not know, and she kept smoothing the bowed head until it was

lifted up again, and the tears were dried in Ethie's eyes, where there

was not the same hopeful expression there had been at first when she

heard of Richard's hunting for her. Some doubt or fear had crossed her

mind, and her hands were folded together in a hopeless kind of way as,

at Aunt Barbara's urgent request, she began the story of her wanderings.