How I have managed to find the time to write this
long letter to you I cannot imagine. It is really quite a nice long
one, isn't it?...and don't be writing home to me in a few weeks to
say you are engaged to be married to her. It took me a great many
years to convert your dear father into what he was as you knew
him. I don't relish the thought at my time of life of transforming
a crude farmer's daughter into a Fifth Avenue lady, no matter how
pretty she may be in the rough. The days of Cinderella are long
since past. One has so much to overcome in the way of a voice with
these country girls, to say nothing of the letter r. Your poor
father never quite got over being an Indiana farmer's son, but he
did manage to subdue the aforesaid letter....And these country-girls
take a harmless, amusing flirtation very seriously, dear boy....
Your adoring mother.
Courtney Thane's fame had preceded him to Windomville. By this
time, the entire district had heard of the man who was gassed, and
who had actually won two or three medals for bravery in the Great
War. The young men from that section of the state who had seen
fighting in France were still in New York City, looking for jobs.
Most of them had "joined up" at the first call for volunteers. Some
of them had been killed, many of them wounded, but not one of them
had received a medal for bravery.
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