Chapters (101)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Prologue
- Part One - Making Marriage Work
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Part Two - The Bane of Man
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Part Three - The Creation of the Wife
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- Chapter 88
- Chapter 89
- Epilogue
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Mrs. Fryt turned to Dolly. “When the news got out about Chase, everyone was beside themselves, of course. It was in the newspaper, but still no one could believe it. John admitted they’d gotten the telegram, but Wilma wouldn’t show her face in town. It was several days that went by, and finally I decided I couldn’t let it go any longer. So I made up one of my special pound cakes, and when it cooled I put it on my best plate and marched over there with it. And do you know what she said when she answered the door? Well, first she said nothing at all, just stared at me, and I told her, ‘We’re all so very sorry to hear about your son.’ She said, ‘I don’t believe that he’s dead, thank you,’ and slammed the door right in my face. She wouldn’t even take the pound cake.”
Thelma shook her head. “She was in denial for the longest time.”
“Oh, well, of course!” Dolly said, having a hard time herself accepting the news.
“It took her years to accept it, years!” Mrs. Fryt said. “And I don’t know that she ever forgave Jack. It was his idea, after all, them both going to war.”
“They might have been drafted,” Corinne pointed out. “And everyone admired them so for choosing to go like they did.”
“But if they hadn’t gone so early, they might not have gotten into the thick of that battle. Not many did, you know.” Mrs. Fryt shook her head. “I’ll never forget the sound of her screaming, that June day when she got the telegram. Enough to curdle cheese, that sound. It carried all the way over here and it made the hair on the backs of my arms stand up. Do you remember that, Jeannette? You heard it, too, and you came downstairs to the kitchen. You were pale as a ghost. I suppose we knew what it had to be.”
“It was a few days before we found out for certain,” Jeannette said. “And when a day had gone by and we hadn’t heard anything, I told myself maybe she’d seen a mouse.”
“A woman doesn’t scream like murder over a mouse,” Mrs. Fryt said.
“Well—I hoped!”
Chapter 25
PINE RAPIDS MESSENGER
Friday, June 7, 1918
SEA SOLDIERS ADVANCE AGAINST FIERCE ATTACKS
YANKEES DASH INTO FRAY YELLING
LIKE INDIANS—NO QUARTER
Germans Put Up Stout Resistance, Officers Urging Them
On—Impetuous Onrush of Marines Completely Overpowers Enemy
(By Associated Press)
WITH THE AMERICAN FORCES ON THE MARNE, JUNE 7.—The American Marines who began a second attack on the German lines late yesterday captured the village of Torcy and drove their way into Bouresches, northwest of Château-Thierry. This morning they were holding Torcy in the face of repeated counterattacks and were pushing back the Germans through the streets of Bouresches. Virtually all their objectives in this attack were attained….