The Turmoil - Booth Tarkington (good books to read for 12 year olds .txt) 📗

a colossus of steel and wholly blackened with soot. But Bibbs carried his fancy further⁠—for there was still a little poet lingering in the back of his head⁠—and he thought that up over the clouds, unseen from below, the giant labored with his hands in the clean sunshine; and Bibbs had a glimpse of what he made there⁠—perhaps for a fellowship of the children of the children that were children now⁠—a noble and joyous city, unbelievably white⁠—

It was the telephone that called him from his vision. It rang fiercely.

He lifted the thing from his desk and answered⁠—and as the small voice inside it spoke he dropped the receiver with a crash. He trembled violently as he picked it up, but he told himself he was wrong⁠—he had been mistaken⁠—yet it was a startlingly beautiful voice; startlingly kind, too, and ineffably like the one he hungered most to hear.

“Who?” he said, his own voice shaking⁠—like his hand.

“Mary.”

He responded with two hushed and incredulous words: “Is it?”

There was a little thrill of pathetic half-laughter in the instrument. “Bibbs⁠—I wanted to⁠—just to see if you⁠—”

“Yes⁠—Mary?”

“I was looking when you were so nearly run over. I saw it, Bibbs. They said you hadn’t been hurt, they thought, but I wanted to know for myself.”

“No, no, I wasn’t hurt at all⁠—Mary. It was father who came nearer it. He saved me.”

“Yes, I saw; but you had fallen. I couldn’t get through the crowd until you had gone. And I wanted to know.”

“Mary⁠—would you⁠—have minded?” he said.

There was a long interval before she answered.

“Yes.”

“Then why⁠—”

“Yes, Bibbs?”

“I don’t know what to say,” he cried. “It’s so wonderful to hear your voice again⁠—I’m shaking, Mary⁠—I⁠—I don’t know⁠—I don’t know anything except that I am talking to you! It is you⁠—Mary?”

“Yes, Bibbs!”

“Mary⁠—I’ve seen you from my window at home⁠—only five times since I⁠—since then. You looked⁠—oh, how can I tell you? It was like a man chained in a cave catching a glimpse of the blue sky, Mary. Mary, won’t you⁠—let me see you again⁠—near? I think I could make you really forgive me⁠—you’d have to⁠—”

“I did⁠—then.”

“No⁠—not really⁠—or you wouldn’t have said you couldn’t see me any more.”

“That wasn’t the reason.” The voice was very low.

“Mary,” he said, even more tremulously than before, “I can’t⁠—you couldn’t mean it was because⁠—you can’t mean it was because you⁠—care?”

There was no answer.

“Mary?” he called, huskily. “If you mean that⁠—you’d let me see you⁠—wouldn’t you?”

And now the voice was so low he could not be sure it spoke at all, but if it did, the words were, “Yes, Bibbs⁠—dear.”

But the voice was not in the instrument⁠—it was so gentle and so light, so almost nothing, it seemed to be made of air⁠—and it came from the air.

Slowly and incredulously he turned⁠—and glory fell upon his shining eyes. The door of his father’s room had opened.

Mary stood upon the threshold.

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The Turmoil
was published in 1915 by
Booth Tarkington.

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