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Garner into the recess of the bay-window, while Doctor Schimpf engaged Dorothy in conversation to pass the time away. To attempt to describe Jack Garner's astonishment, which gradually deepened into the most intense horror as the terrible story was unfolded to him, can better be imagined than described. "Jessie suffering from the effects of poison?" he gasped, incredulously.
So he set to work with many traps and much poison to destroy those on the Garner's Creek, and every little while he would go with the Hounds and scour the Little Missouri south and east of the Chimney-pot Ranch; for it was understood that he must never run the Dogs in country where traps and poison were laid. He worked in his erratic way all winter, and certainly did have some success.
The words seemed to strike into her very brain as they fell from Mrs. Garner's lips. "My son is soon to be married!" and the four walls seemed to repeat and re-echo them. "I shall lose a son, but I shall gain a dear daughter," added the old lady, softly. For an instant, as Dorothy sat trembling there, the impulse was strong upon her to fly from the house. The very air seemed to stifle her.
"Let me answer instead of him," Dorothy panted, hoarsely. "He knows nothing about it. Oh, hear me! listen to me, I pray you! It is I I whom you must hold guilty. Do with me as you will!" Both of the doctors nodded toward each other. A groan broke from Garner's lips this acknowledgement was so terrible for him to hear from this strange woman's lips.
Then Dorothy had her own story to tell: that she dared not return to Jack Garner's home, where she had left little Pearl; and she told her the whole story from beginning to end. Then came another revelation: "Jack Garner is my husband's partner!" the strange lady cried. "Come back with me, and leave it to me to fully establish your innocence of the atrocious crime of which they believe you guilty.
In a short time both women appeared on their porches again: "They have not been to the stable this morning," said Miss Minerva uneasily, "and Sam went to Memphis on the excursion train." "And they are not with Lina or Frances," Mrs. Garner's face wore an anxious look, "I declare I never saw two such children.
I have said nothing about Professor R. L. Garner's researches into the language of apes, because they have not yet been so far verified and accepted as to make it safe to rely upon them; but when he lays it down that all voluntary sounds are the products of thought, and that, if they convey a meaning to another, they perform the functions of human speech, he says what I believe will commend itself to any unsophisticated mind.
She realized before any of the rest did that her condition was becoming alarming, and her wedding-day was drawing nearer and nearer. But when that day dawned, a secret voice in her heart whispered that she would be "the bride of death," and not Jack Garner's. She wondered if Heaven meant it for the best, that she must give up the life that might have held so much for her.
It was also out of Sarah Jane's visual line, so she knew nothing of the stranger's advent. "And you're here all by yourself?" insinuated Billy's new friend. "And the folks next door, where are they?" "Mrs. Garner's at the Aid an' Mr. Garner's gone to Memphis. That is they little boy a-settin' in they yard on they grass," answered the child.
She is the kitchen physician, the chamber comfort, the hall's care, and the parlour's grace. She is the dairy's neatness, the brew-house's wholesomeness, the garner's provision and the garden's plantation. Her voice is music, her countenance meekness, her mind virtuous, and her soul gracious. She is her husband's jewel, her children's joy, her neighbour's love, and her servant's honour.
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