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She laid the baby on the divan in the sitting room and stood over him until old Moll came. "He air got a spasm," croaked the old woman. "Poor little brat! Get some hot water." For hours the child passed from one convulsion into another. When Deforrest came home, Tess was in a state of frantic despair. "Waldstricker struck him," she explained. "He's going to die."
Deforrest Young, too, had noticed the change in his little friend ... had observed her extreme nervousness and unusual shyness when she recited her lessons. Today, moreover, she had not appeared at all. Late that afternoon he called at the Skinner home to find the reason.
"She wouldn't deceive any one she loves for anything in the world, so Deforrest tells me." "I sincerely hope so," sighed Ebenezer. "I've quite set my heart on her helping me. Money is no object in a matter like this." "Of course not," murmured Helen, sympathetically. "Letts also is doing some good work," Ebenezer continued. "He's been through nearly every hut on the Rhine." Helen shivered.
The mother, with a twist at her heart, recognized the tie which drew together this man and her son. A dreadful fear clutched her. Would Frederick do as he had threatened, hoping that he might thus come in contact with his son? Her mind flew to Deforrest Young.... He must never know the name of Boy's father. She could feel the blood coursing madly through her temples, and her head ached dully.
Waldstricker touching her made her turn suddenly. The cold wind from the door just opened by the officer, swept her hot face. She flashed her eyes past him to the vast open stretches of winter, and there, standing in the lane, smiling directly back at her, was Deforrest Young. God in his own good time had sent her hands stronger than Waldstricker's.
"Deforrest, dear, oh, don't go out tonight! Stay and let Ebenezer tell you about it, do please! The church has done all it could it must be all right if the church did it, Forrie." Then Young's wrath broke loose.... "All right? All right?" he thundered. "The church has done all it can, eh? Well, by God!" He turned a livid face from one to the other. "What a cursed outrage!"
At the very last, he turned upon his side, looked into his mother's face, his eyes unshadowed and joyous. He smiled a little, sighed with the passing breath, "Mummy," and sank to sleep. So dazed was Tessibel that without protest she allowed Deforrest to pick her from her knees and carry her out of the room.
At the part where Frederick had taken her in his arms, she faltered. In the light of the wonderful, new love for Deforrest, she couldn't go on! "Won't you let me ... keep the rest?" she implored. "No, I will not!" groaned the man. "I will not!" "Then, let me stand up." She got up slowly and stood looking out of the window.
She knew her brother would be grieved to his heart's core, if this awful thing had happened to the little red-headed squatter girl. But she had no choice in the matter. Frightened, too, she wondered what Ebenezer's plans were. He was so relentless in his desire to punish sinners. Bye and bye, when she was less nervous, she'd ask him to wait until Deforrest returned before doing anything.
"No, I haven't," he growled. "I've a notion he's being harbored by some of the squatters. But I want Deforrest to understand this " "Oh, let's talk of something else besides squatters," cried Madelene. "Helen, your salad was divine.... Tell me, Ebbie, how you enjoy little Elsie. I think she's lovely." "Lovely!" he repeated in a very different tone. "Lovely is no word for that child.
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