"Kenneth was my brother," went on Leslie. "Oh, I
can't tell you how I loved him. And he was cruelly
killed. Do you know how?"
"Yes."
"Anne, I saw his little face as the wheel went over
him. He fell on his back. Anne--Anne--I can see it
now. I shall always see it. Anne, all I ask of heaven
is that that recollection shall be blotted out of my
memory. O my God!"
"Leslie, don't speak of it. I know the story--don't go
into details that only harrow your soul up
unavailingly. It WILL be blotted out."
After a moment's struggle, Leslie regained a measure of
self- control.
"Then father's health got worse and he grew
despondent--his mind became unbalanced--you've heard
all that, too?"
"Yes."
"After that I had just mother to live for. But I was
very ambitious. I meant to teach and earn my way
through college. I meant to climb to the very top--oh,
I won't talk of that either. It's no use. You know
what happened. I couldn't see my dear little
heart-broken mother, who had been such a slave all her
life, turned out of her home.
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