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The Rider Of The King Log - A Romance Of The Northeast Border (1919) (Paperback)
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CHAPTER III In the way of a little better understanding of Clare
Kav- anagh's nature, along with a morsel of scandal and other
matters in the Marthorn family. WHEN Clare Kavanagh was twenty,
after four years at college, no one knew her well?she did not even
wholly understand herself. She was not even assured regarding the
natural affection a daughter should feel for a father. There had
been no mother-love for Clare. The girl was one of those rare
fruits of the autumn of matrimony? and John Kavanagh was old enough
to be her grandfather. Her mother died when the child was born. Her
grownup brothers?one was drowned in the Hulling Machine Falls and
the other was a roaring rake who shamed his father and killed
himself with drink. On Clare did John Kavanagh set all his love?but
it was a strange, rather secret, an abashed sort of love, if so one
may term it. Somehow, the old man had found it impossible to take
his daughter to him in paternal intimacy. Mercenaries were her
companions in her home. But the flattery of those who were paid to
minister to her made empty compliments forever distasteful and
infected sincerity itself with distrust and disgust. Her father had
declared that she should not be in the woods or of the woods; he
had even insisted that shespend her college vacations in travel. To
be a "lady with the best of 'em," to have wisdom and elegance and
his money when he was done with it, such was his ambition for her.
He felt unable to express to her, face to face, his love. He had an
idea that by making her what she was and leaving her his money he
was expressing love better than by words. In this manner had Clare
been thrust away from exercising affection in its most natural
expression. Her letters to her father were lamentable expositions
of her lack of i...
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