Looking at Sue across the dinner table or seeing her straight, wiry body
astride a horse riding beside him through the parks, it seemed to Sam
unbelievable that a childless womanhood was ever to be her portion, and
more than once he had an inclination to venture again upon an effort for
the success of their hopes. But when he remembered her still white face
that night in the hospital, her bitter, haunting cry of defeat, he turned
with a shudder from the thought, feeling that he could not go with her
again through that ordeal; that he could not again allow her to look
forward through weeks and months toward the little life that never came to
lie upon her breast or to laugh up into her face.
And yet Sam, son of that Jane McPherson who had won the admiration of the
men of Caxton by her ceaseless efforts to keep her family afloat and clean
handed, could not sit idly by, living upon the income of his own and Sue's
money. The stirring, forward-moving world called to him; he looked about
him at the broad, significant movements in business and finance, at the
new men coming into prominence and apparently finding a way for the
expression of new big ideas, and felt his youth stirring in him and his
mind reaching out to new projects and new ambitions.
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