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Mortimer would willingly put the money back himself for Allis's sake; but he hadn't it. What was he to do? If he could find Alan and force him to give up the stolen money he could yet save the boy. But Alan had gone to Gravesend. Like an inspiration the thought came to Mortimer that he must go after him and get the money before it was lost.
Though he spoke of the race, it was curious that his eyes were watching the play of Allis's features, as hope and Despair fought their old human-torturing fight over again in her heart. "Now she's coming!" Porter's voice made Crane jump; he had almost forgotten the race. To the close-calculating mind it had been settled days before.
For the father he would provide a racing stable that would bring profit in place of disaster. Crane smiled somewhat grimly as he thought that under those changed circumstances even Allis's mother might be brought to condone her husband's continuance in the nefarious profession.
Porter threw herself on Allis's neck, and a passion of tears flooded down and damped the girl's shoulder. "God be thanked, God be thanked!" gasped the troubled woman, and one hand that was over the girl's shoulder patted her with erratic rapidity. Then she interrupted herself. "What am I saying it's wicked, and Mr. Mortimer like that. But I can't help it I can't help it.
The crocuses in Friend Allis's garden-bed shot up cups of gold and sapphire from the dark mould; slight long buds nestled under the yellow-green leafage of the violet-patch; white and sturdy points bristled on the corner that in May was thick with lilies-of-the-valley, crisp, cool, and fragrant; and in a knotty old apricot-tree two bluebirds and a robin did heralds' duty, singing of summer's procession to come; and we made ready to receive it both in our hearts and garments.
"No man would tie up a mare worth tin thousand dollars if she's worth a cent, an' take chances av her throwin' hersilf in the halter; av coorse she's hitched fer a bit after a gallop while she's havin' a rub-down, but that's all." Lucretia's black nozzle came timidly forward, and the soft, velvety upper lip snuggled Allis's cheek. "She knows ye, Miss," said Mike.
This sophistical reasoning had, without doubt, tempted the lad to commit this this Mortimer felt a reluctance to bestow the proper name upon Alan's act, but undoubtedly it was stealing. And if the boy lost the money, what would happen? He couldn't repay it; the shortage would be discovered and Allis's brother would be ruined, branded as a 'thief.
Perhaps she did not wish to answer a question so unanswerable. He waited. Mortimer, being innocent, replaced the stolen money, Allis's mind tabulated she tickled this thought off on the horse with her whip it was to shield some one. Her heart told her, his eyes had told her, that he would have taken upon himself this great risk but for one person, her brother. Yes, Mortimer was a hero!
Of course he was very careful, but it did hurt sadly. It was many days before the poor foot got well; and I think Annie Allis will remember her mother's "reasons" for refusing to go without her shoes for many a day. No sooner had Annie and Susie made acquaintance with some of the children in the neighbourhood than they began to make frequent visits at Mr. Allis's house.
Josephine Boyle, Letty Allis, and I, Sarah Anderson, three cousins as we were, sat at the long window of Friend Allis's parlor, pretending to sew, really talking. Mr. Stepel, a German artist, had just left us; and a little trait of Miss Josephine's, that had occurred during his call, brought out this observation from Cousin Letty: "Jo, how could thee let down thy hair so before that man?"
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