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Her Own Daughter
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"Yes, Bertha dear, for a walk." She drew her to her, kissed her brow and held her in a tight embrace. "I'm going for a long walk." This she said wearily.
Then releasing her and putting her at arms' length, Dane gazed steadily into the inquiring eyes of her that represented all dear and near to her. "Be sweet, Bertha, always, do you hear? I-If I'm not back don't wait lunch for me." Again she kissed Bertha, a lingering kiss, affected a smile and ran lightly down the steps.
Lunch time came but Dane did not put in an appearance. Dinner. Dusk. Night. Still Dane did not return.
Apprehension gave way to abject fear on the part of Bertha. A thousand thoughts, a thousand horrors. She must find Dane! Bertha remembered Dane's queer smile, her lingering kiss, the parting admonition-"Be sweet, Bertha, always."
Bertha shouldn't have let her go. Where could she be?
Then woman's intuition. Where she naturally have gone? To the cemetery where lay her child Pearl.
Dashing wildly out the door, at a breathless pace, suddenly she remembered it was now quite late, almost eleven. What might she confront? Would she be equal to it alone? Suppose Dane's mind had given away-Suppose-
Then, looking up as she reached the curb, she saw Jack - Jack Dowley who had so often insisted that she agree to go through life with him as Mrs. Dowley, and whom she had just as often refused. For Dane she had done this. Dane needed her. Needed her right now more than ever.
"Jack!" she cried, running to his car, "quick, drive me to the cemetery. Hurry!"
Frantically she clambered in and Jack, unable to get any intelligible response from her, merely drove, without much regard for speed laws.
Arriving at the cemetery they made their way hand in hand, Bertha in the lead, unmindful of the obstructions in the path and the many times she would have fallen but for the strength of Jack.
Finally, there before them was revealed a familiar figure, stretched full length across a grave. The headstone was Pearl's, the figure was Dane; but Dane was beyond all pain-all heartaches.
A bottle whose letters have evidence of a soul's exit from a saddened life, lay a short distance from the yet warm body and clasped in the arms of her who had gone to greet her little baby Pearl "Somewhere beyond," was a spray of flowers on which was inscribed but one word-"Father."