While his brother was wringing a living from a
few acres of niggardly soil and a little school, he was on the road to
riches; while his brother was wrangling with the worthies of the store
over the momentous problems of the day, he was where those problems
were being worked out and standing by the men who were solving them.
All in this world worth having was Tim's, and now even what was his
brother's he had taken. To him that hath! From him that hath not! He
had all. I had nothing. Now as he came swinging on so carelessly, I
knew that I had lost even him.
Never once had there come to my mind the thought of doing my brother
any bodily harm. My emotions were too conflicting for me to know just
why I had come at all into the night to meet him. Now it was against
him that the violence of my anger would vent itself. Now it was
against myself, and I cursed myself for an idle, dreaming fool. Then
came over me, overwhelming me, a sense of my own utter loneliness, and
against it Tim stood out so bold and clear-cut and strong; that I felt
myself crying out to him not to desert me and let a woman take him from
me.
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