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Misery, deep and unutterable, rested upon the white face. When she raised her eyes and saw Letts at her side, and Griggs with an open book in front of her, she wheeled away without a word. "Marry him!" cried Waldstricker. "No," said Tess. "Letts, take hold of her hand," commanded the elder. Sandy, rage working alive in his eyes, tried to obey the churchman. But the girl took another step away.
"The furniture that your poor father thought such a lot of, because it used to belong to his grandfather. He's selling it to Simpson, though I begged and prayed him not to." Mr. Letts encouraged himself with a deep cough. "My furniture?" he demanded. Mrs. Green took courage. "Yes," she said, hope-fully; "your father left it to you." Mr.
He knows he ain't never give her no bringin's up, that's why." "Some folks has give their kids bringin's up," interposed Ben Letts with a glance at the third man, who was industriously cleaning fish and had not yet spoken. "And they hain't turned out no better than Tessibel will." At this the industrious one turned. "I spose ye be a hittin' at my poor Myry, Ben," he muttered.
Tessibel stood looking on, her head bent forward alertly. One arm was clasped about her neck excitement sparkling from the flushed face and panting lips. Once the throat sound that came when she was excited rolled forth; otherwise she was silent. Thrashed from side to side, his ragged coat made worse by the severe shaking Frederick was administering, Ben Letts groaned audibly.
"Scoot, and get an armful of wood, Ezy," ordered she; and no sooner had the tall boy disappeared than she slipped after him. She stood beside him at the wood pile, staring down upon the crouched form. "Hold a minute, Ezy," commanded she. Ezra stood up. "What air the matter with yer and Ben Letts?" "Nothin' ain't the matter." "There air," insisted Myra, "and it air Tess what air a-doin' it.
At the end of ten minutes Mr. Widden intimated that he thought he had learned enough to go on with. "Ah! that's only your conceit," said Mr. Letts over his shoulder. "I was afraid you was conceited." He turned to Miss Foster again, and Mr. Widden, with a despairing gesture, abandoned himself to gloom.
Green, trying to speak in level tones. "Wonderful! A good carpenter can make a fortune there in ten years, so I'm told." Mr. Letts, with a slight wink at Mrs. Green and a reassuring squeeze with his left arm, turned an attentive ear. "O' course, there's a difficulty," he said, slowly, as Mr. Green finished a vivid picture of the joys of carpentering in Australia. "Difficulty?" said the other.
"Air the kisses what ye had from Ben Letts burnin' ones? Did ye lose the thought of the night and the night things on the ragged rocks?... Did ye want 'em again and again more and more kisses till they scorched yer face like the bread oven in the spring?" Tess had risen to her feet, had whitened to the small ears covered with the tawny hair. Myra had risen also.
I air glad I got ye, and I hopes that ye live, too. Myry air got Ben Letts, and I air a-goin' to have Frederick." She walked home in a reverie deep and sweet. Sunday morning, Tessibel was out upon the tracks, walking swiftly toward the city.
The book was one of Letts's diaries, three days in a page, which are in themselves fatal to a finished style of literature. There is always too much to say or too little. One's thoughts never fit the rhomboid apportioned by Mr. Letts for their accommodation.
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