This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1919 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XXI THE day she ran from Lester, Marcy stayed at her father's home until near midnight, and during the entire day her father neither called to her nor came up to her. When she walked down the steps for the first time it was dark and she nearly stumbled over his body which lay near the door. ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1919 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XXI THE day she ran from Lester, Marcy stayed at her father's home until near midnight, and during the entire day her father neither called to her nor came up to her. When she walked down the steps for the first time it was dark and she nearly stumbled over his body which lay near the door. She stooped down, rigid with fright, with an army of thoughts about suicide and murder marching through her. Only the smell of whiskey and the heavy, stertorous Breathing relieved her. Her father was drunk. So she stood up quickly and stepped around his prostrate form and out of the door onto the porch. Anxious to get away from the place, she ran quickly, though weak from her day of hysterical fasting. When she was more than a block away from the house, the thought flashed into her mind that maybe her father was not drunk but dead and that she had imagined he was breathing. So she ran back, and with a spasm of fear, entered the dining room and put her head down on her father's chest. He was breathing, heavily, and snoring from the effects of the liquor. Relieved, she walked out into the night air for the second time, wondering what she should do, where she could go. She saw the impossibility of going to Lester again. She could never do that, she told herself. He'd taunt her now, and even beat her. So for a second time, she walked back to her father's house. Quite fearlessly she sat down in a rocker near his snoring body and scanned the situation, for some way out. For an hour or more she sat there, until her father's returning consciousness made her aware of the utter impossibility of spending the night under the same roof. Then she walked out into the dark street again, trudging along with little thought as to direction or what might happen...
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