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Annixter
,
her
uncouth
,
rugged
husband
,
living
in
this
influence
of
a
wife
,
who
was
also
a
mother
,
at
all
hours
touched
to
the
quick
by
this
sense
of
nobility
,
of
gentleness
and
of
love
,
the
instincts
of
a
father
already
clutching
and
tugging
at
his
heart
,
was
trembling
on
the
verge
of
a
mighty
transformation
.
The
hardness
and
inhumanity
of
the
man
was
fast
breaking
up
.
One
night
,
returning
late
to
the
Ranch
house
,
after
a
compulsory
visit
to
the
city
,
he
had
come
upon
Hilma
asleep
.
He
had
never
forgotten
that
night
.
A
realization
of
his
boundless
happiness
in
this
love
he
gave
and
received
,
the
thought
that
Hilma
TRUSTED
him
,
a
knowledge
of
his
own
unworthiness
,
a
vast
and
humble
thankfulness
that
his
God
had
chosen
him
of
all
men
for
this
great
joy
,
had
brought
him
to
his
knees
for
the
first
time
in
all
his
troubled
,
restless
life
of
combat
and
aggression
.
He
prayed
,
he
knew
not
what
,
—
vague
words
,
wordless
thoughts
,
resolving
fiercely
to
do
right
,
to
make
some
return
for
God
’
s
gift
thus
placed
within
his
hands
.
Where
once
Annixter
had
thought
only
of
himself
,
he
now
thought
only
of
Hilma
.
The
time
when
this
thought
of
another
should
broaden
and
widen
into
thought
of
OTHERS
,
was
yet
to
come
;
but
already
it
had
expanded
to
include
the
unborn
child
—
already
,
as
in
the
case
of
Mrs
.
Dyke
,
it
had
broadened
to
enfold
another
child
and
another
mother
bound
to
him
by
no
ties
other
than
those
of
humanity
and
pity
.
In
time
,
starting
from
this
point
it
would
reach
out
more
and
more
till
it
should
take
in
all
men
and
all
women
,
and
the
intolerant
selfish
man
,
while
retaining
all
of
his
native
strength
,
should
become
tolerant
and
generous
,
kind
and
forgiving
.
For
the
moment
,
however
,
the
two
natures
struggled
within
him
.
A
fight
was
to
be
fought
,
one
more
,
the
last
,
the
fiercest
,
the
attack
of
the
enemy
who
menaced
his
very
home
and
hearth
,
was
to
be
resisted
.
Then
,
peace
attained
,
arrested
development
would
once
more
proceed
.
Hilma
looked
from
the
carry
-
all
,
scanning
the
open
plain
in
front
of
the
advancing
line
of
the
drive
.
“
Where
are
the
rabbits
?
”
she
asked
of
Annixter
.
“
I
don
’
t
see
any
at
all
.
”
“
They
are
way
ahead
of
us
yet
,
”
he
said
.
“
Here
,
take
the
glasses
.
”
He
passed
her
his
field
glasses
,
and
she
adjusted
them
.
“
Oh
,
yes
,
”
she
cried
,
“
I
see
.
I
can
see
five
or
six
,
but
oh
,
so
far
off
.
”
