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"Where is Brom Bones?" she demanded of the still drowsy Apgarth as she caught him crossing the yard from the milk house. "The colt? He's up in the back pasture, just around the knob of the mountain. What was you calc'latin' to do with him, Miss?" "I want to use him," said Ruth. "May I?" "Use him? Certainly, if you want to. But, say, Miss, that colt ain't been driv' since the Spring's work.
"So young Whiting's gone away, eh?" "Why, no," said Ruth quickly. "He went over to Wilbur's Fork about half an hour ago. Who said he'd gone away?" "Oh, nobody," said the woman hastily; "it's only what they was sayin' up at French Village yesterday." "What were they saying?" Ruth demanded. "Oh, just talk, I suppose," Mrs. Apgarth evaded. "Still, I dunno's I blame him.
Apgarth where things belonged and how other things should be done. It would be hard to stand by and see others driving the horses that had never known a hand but hers and Daddy Tom's. Still she had been very glad to come home. It was her place. It held all the memories and all the things that connected her with her own people. She wanted to be able always to come back to it and call it her own.
She shivered as she picked up her prize of the morning and her fishing tackle and started slowly up the hill toward her home. Her farm had been rented to Norman Apgarth with the understanding that Ruth was to spend the summer there in her own home. The rent was enough to give Ruth what little money she needed for clothes and to pay her modest expenses at the convent at Athens.
I told Norman Apgarth somebody must have took you off in the night." "Oh, no," said Ruth. "No danger. I'm used to getting up early, you see. So I just took some cakes Didn't you miss them? and some milk and slipped out without waking any one. I wanted to catch this fish. Jeffrey Whiting and I tried to catch him for four years. And I had to do it myself this morning."
But with the elasticity of youth and health she was awake at the first hint of morning, and the cloud of the night had passed. She dressed and hurried down into the yard where Norman Apgarth was just stirring about with his milk pails. She was glad to face daylight and action. A man had put his trust in her before all others. She was eager to answer to his faith.
She deftly threw her fishpole up on to the roof of the wood shed and went around to the front of the house. There she found Mrs. Apgarth weeding in what had been Ruth's own flower beds. "Why, what a how-dye-do you did give us, Miss Ruth!" the woman exclaimed at sight of her. "I called you three times, and when you didn't answer I went to your door; and there you were gone!
I guess if I got as much money as they say he's got out of it, I'd skedaddle, too." Ruth stepped over and caught the woman sharply by the arm. "What did they say? Tell me, please. Mrs. Apgarth saw that the girl was trembling with excitement and anxiety. She saw that she herself had said too much, or too little. She could not stop at that. She must tell everything now.
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