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I will plead guilty to having killed Doug Hill, and no questions will be asked." "If you will do it, Dic, if you will do it," wailed Mrs. Bays. "I certainly will," returned Dic. "No, you shall not," said Rita. "You must be guided by your mother and me," replied Dic. "I know what is best, and if you will do as we direct, all may turn out better than we now hope.
"I went from your house this afternoon over to Sukey's." She looked stealthily at Dic, but he did not flinch. After a pause she continued, with a great show of carelessness and indifference, though this time she moved away from him as she spoke. "She said you had been over to see her last night."
But her face would not be turned, and while she hid it on his breast she pushed his away, and said: "No, we'll discuss it now. You must promise me that you will not go. If you do not, I shall not like you, and you shall not " She did not finish the sentence, and Dic asked gently: "I shall not what, Rita?" "Anything," came the enlightening response from the face hidden on his breast.
Sukey was younger than Rita, but she knew many times a thing or two; while poor Rita's knowledge of those mystic numbers was represented by the figure O. Why should Dic "take hold" of any one, thought Rita, while riding home, and above all, why should he take hold of Sukey? Sukey was pretty, and Sukey's prettiness and Dic's "taking hold" seemed to be related in some mysterious manner.
"Rita," said Dic, "you know the walnut knot, while it shows the roughest bark, has the finest grain in the tree." "I am going home if you don't stop that sort of talking," said Billy, pleased to his toes, but pretending to be annoyed.
From the day Dic received Sukey's unwelcome letter, he knew it was his duty to inform Rita of his trouble. He was sure she would soon learn the interesting truth from disinterested friends, should the secret become public property on Blue, and he wanted at least the benefit of an honest confession. That selfishness, however, was but a small part of his motive.
Her eyes were red and dim, the cheeks were pale and dim, her lips were blue and dim, and all the world, seen by her eyes, was dark and dim. The first thing that must be done, of course, was to tell Dic of the ravaged kiss. She had no more desire to conceal that terrible fact from him than a wounded man has to deceive the surgeon.
There's the stage horn. Let us hurry out and get an inside seat. The sky looks overcast, and I shouldn't like to have this coat rained upon. There's a fine piece of cloth, Dic. Feel it." Dic complied. "Soft as silk, isn't it?" continued Billy. "They don't make such cloth in these days of flimsy woolsey. Got it thirty years ago from the famous Schwitzer on Cork Street. Tailor shop there for ages.
He had made this New York trip once before, and had returned safely, therefore its terrors for Rita were greatly reduced. Her regret on account of the second expedition was solely because she would be separated from Dic for three or four months, and that bitterness was sweetened by the thought that she would have him always after his return. "How shall I act while you are away?" she asked.
You may take twenty head of horses on your own account, and should make by the trip fifteen hundred or two thousand dollars, including your wages. Why, Dic, you will be rich. Unless I am mistaken, wealth is greater even than boldness with icy dragonesses." "Not with Rita." "You don't need help of any sort with her," said Billy. "Poor girl, she is winged for all time.
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