"I felt it strongly when I perused the columns
of the newspaper which Mr. Denney was thoughtful enough to send me."
Solon's eyes uneasily sought the cabbage-like flowers in the faded
carpet of the room.
"And I feel it more strongly now that I have ventured among you,"
continued the lady, glowing upon us both.
"I have long suspected that it was a regrettable waste of energy to send
missionaries into heathen parts of the globe when there remain so many
unenlightened corners in our own land. It almost seems now as if I had
been guided here. It is true that my husband has gone, but that shall
not distress me. Rodney is a drifter--I may say a natural-born drifter,
and I cannot undertake to follow him. I shall remain here. I have been
guided--" determination gleamed in her gray-green eyes,--"I shall remain
here and teach these poor people to make something of themselves."
Solon drew a long breath. My own echoed it. Hereupon little Roscoe broke
into a high-pitched recitative.
"We are now in the great boundless West, a land of rough but
kind-hearted and worthy folk, and abounding with instructive sights and
scenes which are well calculated--"
"My son," interrupted his mother, "kindly tell the gentlemen what should
be your aim in life.
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