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But
surely
he
would
learn
!
And
while
he
was
learning
she
had
a
fond
and
maternal
indulgence
and
patience
for
his
errors
.
Every
evening
when
he
called
at
her
house
,
weary
and
discouraged
,
she
was
tireless
in
her
tactful
,
helpful
suggestions
.
But
for
all
her
encouragement
and
cheer
,
there
was
a
queer
dead
look
in
his
eyes
.
She
could
not
understand
it
and
it
frightened
her
.
He
was
different
,
so
different
from
the
man
he
used
to
be
.
If
only
she
could
see
him
alone
,
perhaps
she
could
discover
the
reason
.
The
situation
gave
her
many
sleepless
nights
.
She
worried
about
Ashley
,
both
because
she
knew
he
was
unhappy
and
because
she
knew
his
unhappiness
was
n't
helping
him
to
become
a
good
lumber
dealer
.
It
was
a
torture
to
have
her
mills
in
the
hands
of
two
men
with
no
more
business
sense
than
Hugh
and
Ashley
,
heartbreaking
to
see
her
competitors
taking
her
best
customers
away
when
she
had
worked
so
hard
and
planned
so
carefully
for
these
helpless
months
.
Oh
,
if
she
could
only
get
back
to
work
again
!
She
would
take
Ashley
in
hand
and
then
he
would
certainly
learn
.
And
Johnnie
Gallegher
could
run
the
other
mill
,
and
she
could
handle
the
selling
,
and
then
everything
would
be
fine
.
As
for
Hugh
,
he
could
drive
a
delivery
wagon
if
he
still
wanted
to
work
for
her
.
That
was
all
he
was
good
for
.
Of
course
,
Gallegher
looked
like
an
unscrupulous
man
,
for
all
of
his
smartness
,
but
--
who
else
could
she
get
?
Why
had
the
other
men
who
were
both
smart
and
honest
been
so
perverse
about
working
for
her
?
If
she
only
had
one
of
them
working
for
her
now
in
place
of
Hugh
,
she
would
n't
have
to
worry
so
much
,
but
--
Tommy
Wellburn
,
in
spite
of
his
crippled
back
,
was
the
busiest
contractor
in
town
and
coining
money
,
so
people
said
.
Mrs.
Merriwether
and
Rene
were
prospering
and
now
had
opened
a
bakery
downtown
Rene
was
managing
it
with
true
French
thrift
and
Grandpa
Merriwether
,
glad
to
escape
from
his
chimney
corner
,
was
driving
Rene
's
pie
wagon
.
The
Simmons
boys
were
so
busy
they
were
operating
their
brick
kiln
with
three
shifts
of
labor
a
day
.
And
Kells
Whiting
was
cleaning
up
money
with
his
hair
straightener
,
because
he
told
the
negroes
they
would
n't
ever
be
permitted
to
vote
the
Republican
ticket
if
they
had
kinky
hair
.
It
was
the
same
with
all
the
smart
young
men
she
knew
,
the
doctors
,
the
lawyers
,
the
storekeepers
.
The
apathy
which
had
clutched
them
immediately
after
the
war
had
completely
disappeared
and
they
were
too
busy
building
their
own
fortunes
to
help
her
build
hers
.
The
ones
who
were
not
busy
were
the
men
of
Hugh
's
type
--
or
Ashley
's
.
What
a
mess
it
was
to
try
to
run
a
business
and
have
a
baby
too
!
"
I
'll
never
have
another
one
,
"
she
decided
firmly
.
"
I
'm
not
going
to
be
like
other
women
and
have
a
baby
every
year
.
Good
Lord
,
that
would
mean
six
months
out
of
the
year
when
I
'd
have
to
be
away
from
the
mills
!
And
I
see
now
I
ca
n't
afford
to
be
away
from
them
even
one
day
.
I
shall
simply
tell
Frank
that
I
wo
n't
have
any
more
children
.
"
Frank
wanted
a
big
family
,
but
she
could
manage
Frank
somehow
.
Her
mind
was
made
up
.
This
was
her
last
child
.
The
mills
were
far
more
important
.
