At the end of that time Elinor Morgan , the mother of an hour , died ; three months later Paul Morgan was killed in a railroad collision . After the funeral Cyrus Morgan brought home to his wife their son 's little daughter , Joscelyn Morgan . Her aunt , Annice Ashton , had wanted the baby . Cyrus Morgan had been almost rude in his refusal . His son 's daughter should never be brought up by an actress ; it was bad enough that her mother had been one and had doubtless transmitted the taint to her child . But in Spring Valley , if anywhere , it might be eradicated . At first neither Cyrus nor Deborah cared much for Joscelyn . They resented her parentage , her strange , un-Morgan-like name , and the pronounced resemblance she bore to the dark-haired , dark-eyed mother they had never seen . All the Morgans had been fair . If Joscelyn had had Paul 's blue eyes and golden curls her grandfather and grandmother would have loved her sooner . But the love came ... it had to . No living mortal could have resisted Joscelyn . She was the most winsome and lovable little mite of babyhood that ever toddled . Her big dark eyes overflowed with laughter before she could speak , her puckered red mouth broke constantly into dimples and cooing sounds . She had ways that no orthodox Spring Valley baby ever thought of having . Every smile was a caress , every gurgle of attempted speech a song . Her grandparents came to worship her and were stricter than ever with her by reason of their love . Because she was so dear to them she must be saved from her mother 's blood . Joscelyn shot up through a roly-poly childhood into slim , bewitching girlhood in a chill repressive atmosphere . Cyrus and Deborah were nothing if not thorough .
The XXXXX of Joscelyn 's mother was never mentioned to her ; she was never called anything but Josie , which sounded more `` Christian-like '' than Joscelyn ; and all the flowering out of her alien beauty was repressed as far as might be in the plainest and dullest of dresses and the primmest arrangement possible to riotous ripe-brown curls .
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