When the murmur died away to silence, there seemed no sound left in the

stark gray valley, empty and motionless between the steep dark walls of

pine-covered mountains.

* * * * *

Marise stood for a long time looking after the children. They were

climbing up the long hilly road now, growing smaller and smaller. How

far away they were, already! And that very strength and vigor of which

she was so proud, which she had so cherished and fostered, how rapidly

it carried them along the road that led away from her!

They were almost at the top of the hill now. Perhaps they would turn

there and wave to her.

No, of course now, she was foolish to think of such a thing. Children

never remembered the people they left behind. And she was now only

somebody whom they were leaving behind. She felt the cold penetrate

deeper and deeper into her heart, and knew she ought to go back into the

house. But she could not take her eyes from the children. She thought to

herself bitterly, "This is the beginning of the end. I've been feeling

how, in their hearts, they want to escape from me when I try to hold

them, or when I try to make them let me into their lives. I've given

everything to them, but they never think of that. I think of it! Every

time I look at them I see all those endless hours of sacred sacrifice.

But when they look at me, do they see any of that? No! Never! They only

see the Obstacle in the way of their getting what they want. And so they

want to run away from it. Just as they're doing now."

She looked after them, yearning. Although they were so far, she could

see them plainly in the thin mountain air. They were running mostly,

once in a while stopping to throw a stone or look up into a tree. Then

they scampered on like squirrels, the fox-terrier bounding ahead.

* * * * *

Now they were at the top where the road turned. Perhaps, after all, they

would remember and glance back and wave their hands to her.

* * * * *

Now they had disappeared, without a backward look.

* * * * *

She continued gazing at the vacant road. It seemed to her that the

children had taken everything with them.

* * * * *

A gust of icy wind blew down sharply from the mountain, still

snow-covered, and struck at her like a sword. She turned and went back

shivering, into the empty house.




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