CHAPTER VI

SWEET HOME Cynthia reached home at sunrise. After her night of sleepless misery, stepping from the clamorous and dusty train into the freshness of the morning, seemed an entry into Paradise. On the station platform she faced the kindling east, and wondered if her mother, ending life’s hard journey, had come out upon some scene as beautiful as this. The thought was so at variance with the depression and bitterness of her mood in the night just ended, that it pleased her to fancy it suggested by some invisible presen…