After the Storm

"You are a good girl," said Mr. Delancy, taking the hand of Rose,

"and I am vexed that Irene should neglect you for the false friends

who are leading her mind astray. But never mind, dear; she will see

her error one of these days, and learn to prize true hearts."

"Is she going to spend much of her time at Ivy Cliff this summer?"

asked Rose.

"She is coming up in July to stay three or four weeks."

"Ah? I'm pleased to hear you say so. I shall then revive old-time

memories in her heart."

"God grant that it may be so!" Rose half started at the solemn tone

in which Mr. Delancy spoke. What could be the meaning of his

strangely troubled manner? Was anything seriously wrong with Irene?

She remembered the confusion into which her impulsive conduct had

thrown the wedding-party; and there was a vague rumor afloat that

Irene had left her husband a few months afterward and returned to

Ivy Cliff. But she had always discredited this rumor. Of her life in

New York she knew but little as to particulars. That it was not

making of her a truer, better, happier woman, nor a truer, better,

happier wife, observation had long ago told her.

"There is a broad foundation of good principles in her character,"

said Miss Carman, "and this gives occasion for hope in the future.

She will not go far astray, with her wily enticers, who have only

stimulated and given direction, for a time, to her undisciplined

impulses. You know how impatient she has always been under

control--how restively her spirit has chafed itself when a

restraining hand was laid upon her. But there are real things in

life of too serious import to be set aside for idle fancies, such as

her new friends have dignified with imposing names--real things,

that take hold upon the solid earth like anchors, and hold the

vessel firm amid wildly rushing currents."

"Yes, Rose, I know all that," replied Mr. Delancy. "I have hope in

the future of Irene; but I shudder in heart to think of the rough,

thorny, desolate ways through which she may have to pass with

bleeding feet before she reaches that serene future. Ah! if I could

save my child from the pain she seems resolute on plucking down and

wearing in her heart!"

"Your dreams have made you gloomy, Mr. Delancy," said Rose, forcing

a smile to her sweet young face. "Come now, let us be more hopeful.

Irene has a good husband. A little too much like her in some things,

but growing manlier and broader in mental grasp, if I have read him

aright. He understands Irene, and, what is more, loves her deeply. I

have watched them closely."