Tracy Park by Mary Jane Holmes
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denounced the whole Tracy tribe, declaring them but a race of upstarts,
no better than he was, and saying he would yet be even with them, and make them feel the heft of his powerful disapprobation. Whatever else he said was not heard, for Arthur shut the door upon him, and returning to the library, where his brother stood, pale, trembling, and anxious for the votes he felt he had lost, he became on the instant as quiet and gentle as a child, and, consulting his watch, said in his natural tone: 'Quarter of seven, and the train is due at half-past. Please tell John to have the carriage ready. I am going myself this time.' Frank opened his lips to protest against it, but something in his brother's manner kept him quiet and submissive. He was no longer master there--unless--unless--he scarcely dared whisper to himself what; but when the carriage went for the fourth time to the station after Gretchen and returned without her, he said to his wife: 'I think Arthur is crazy, and possibly we shall have to shut him up.' 'Yes, I wish you would,' was Dolly's reply, in a tone of relief, for, thus far, Arthur's presence in the house had not added to her comfort. 'Of course he is crazy, and ought to be taken care of before he tears the house down over our heads, or does some dreadful thing.' 'That's so, and I will see St. Claire to-morrow and find out the proper steps to be taken,' said Frank. That night he dreamed of windows with iron bars across them, and strait-jackets, into which he was thrusting his brother, while a face, the loveliest he had ever seen, looked reproachfully at him, with tears |
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