CHAPTER XXX
AT THE WEDDING FEAST
Brightly shone the sunshine on the fields and woods surrounding Millville and on the little house where Mrs. Welcome was busy putting the last touches to the order and sweetness of home.
Patience and her husband were coming on the noon train.
Later in the day a few of their friends had promised to come to the supper for which her mother had been making loaves of delicious cake.
“It is strange, strange that my child should be the wife of John Boland’s son,” she mused. “I wonder what my poor man would say. Would he feel less bitter if he could know that Boland sent me all that money, with that letter ‘as justice to Tom Welcome’s widow?’ Patience and Harry are so happy now it makes me feel like wanting to forget the past. If only I could know where my baby girl is. But I just must go on trusting. Somehow I feel hopeful. Patience and Harry want me to be brave. Harry’s father—he must find it hard to be brave too. He must be lonesome, estranged from his son, no one to comfort him. Perhaps he sent me that money really as a sign to Harry that he wants to be friends again. I won’t say anything to Harry about it just yet, but maybe some of these days....” The direct train of her thought was interrupted by the sound of a bird singing on the bough of a tree close by the opened window.
She stepped out into the side porch and looked about her with a glance of pleasure in the neatness and charm of the little place. House and fence had been painted and mended, put in tidy order. A new gate and a cement sidewalk in front running down to the corner of the street spoke for the industry of Harvey Spencer who had worked like a son for her in his spare hours.
The song of the bird in the elm bough had dropped to a happy twittering. The fragrance of late garden blossoms filled the air. At the end of the deep yard, beyond the vegetable garden and close to the back gate Harvey had built a pretty summer house and over it a madeira vine hung its abundant quick growing wreaths of green.
Mrs. Welcome in her light summer dress, her gray hair moved a trifle by the soft warm breeze, walked slowly down the garden path and sat down for a few moments of rest in this quiet spot. A sudden sadness came upon her face as almost always these months since her home coming when she rested from her working.
But she rose resolutely and banished the thought.