after it she might still reign and project her will into the universe even from the estranging fastnesses of the grave? 17 17 Therefore the answer from Lucy was of greater import than was any ordinary letter. It would tell her whether the initial step in her conspiracy to triumph over Destiny was successful. What wonder that her aged fingers trembled as she tore open the envelope of the message and spread the snowy paper feverishly on the table? Summit, Arizona, May 5, 1917. Dear Aunt Ellen: Dear Aunt Ellen: I can’t tell you what a surprise it was to hear from you, and how much greater a surprise it was to have you ask me to come and live with you. I had decided to go abroad and do Red Cross work, and was about to accept a position that had been offered me when your letter arrived. (“Humph!” murmured Ellen.) But you write that you are alone in the world and not very well, and this being the case, I feel my place is with you. You are my only relative, and I should be a very poor-spirited Webster indeed did I not acknowledge that your claim comes before any other. Therefore I shall be glad to come to New Hampshire and avail myself of your hospitality. I presume you have found, as I have, that living entirely for one’s self is not very satisfactory after all. Since my father’s death 18 I have had no one to look after and have felt lonely, useless, and selfish in consequence. 18 I am certain that in attempting to make you happy, I shall find happiness myself, and I assure you that I will do all I can to be helpful. If all goes well I should arrive at Sefton Falls in about ten days. In the meantime, I send my warmest thanks for your kindness and the affectionate greetings of Your niece, Lucy Harmon Webster. Lucy Harmon Webster. After she had finished reading the letter, Ellen sat tapping her foot impatiently upon the floor. She was nettled, angry.
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