An American Idyll - The Life of Carleton H. Parker by Cornelia Stratton Parker
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thereby to his first-hand stock of labor-knowledge, made a firm friend
of Governor Hunt,--he was especially interested in his prison policy,--and in those few weeks was the richer by one more of the really intimate friendships one counts on to the last--Will Scarlett. He wrote, on Carl's death, "What a horrible, hideous loss! Any of us could so easily have been spared; that he, who was of such value, had to go seems such an utter waste. . . . He was one of that very, very small circle of men, whom, in the course of our lives, we come _really_ to love. His friendship meant so much--though I heard but infrequently from him, there was the satisfaction of a deep friendship that was _always there_ and _always the same_. He would have gone so far! I have looked forward to a great career for him, and had such pride in him. It's too hideous!" CHAPTER X In January, 1915, Carl took up his teaching again in real earnest, commuting to Alamo every night. I would have the boys in bed and the little supper all ready by the fire; then I would prowl down the road with my electric torch, to meet him coming home; he would signal in the distance with his torch, and I with mine. Then the walk back together, sometimes ankle-deep in mud; then supper, making the toast over the coals, and an evening absolutely to ourselves. And never in all our lives did we ask for more joy than that. |
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