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"I am still puzzled about one thing," she said, seeming to forget the question he had propounded. "What is that?" asked Elliston. "Why was I brought here?" "Simply because you were not able to be taken home." "But the hospital " "Was no place for a lady.
At that moment, if report be trustworthy, the sculptor beheld a waving motion through the grass, and heard a tinkling sound, as if something had plunged into the fountain. Be the truth as it might, it is certain that Roderick Elliston sat up like a man renewed, restored to his right mind, and rescued from the fiend which had so miserably overcome him in the battle-field of his own breast.
As boss of Pierre Lapierre's scowmen, a tool of a master mind, a unit of a system, he had prospered. But, no longer was he a unit of a system. From the moment Chloe Elliston had bargained with him for the transportation of her outfit into the wilderness, the man's brain had been active in formulating a plan. This woman was rich.
Lady Elliston looked at her from across the chasm; it was not dark, it held no precipices; it was made up only of distance. Lady Elliston saw; but she was loyal to her own world. "Yes, it has," she said. "I've lived; you have dreamed your life away. You haven't even a reality to mourn the loss of."
It would please me to have you remain off this trail, however, Dyke. I will see to it that the best Chicago detectives are set to work; that ought to satisfy you." "And I sit with my hands folded meantime?" A look of questioning surprise filled the eyes of Dyke Darrel, as he regarded Mr. Elliston. "No. But you promised Nell to take her East this spring, to New York-"
"It sounds fascinating, and I certainly think we must come," Mary was saying, "though I don't know how I shall bring myself to part with Elliston," and she hugged the baby close. "You born Mother!" said Constance. "I adored my boys, but I was always enchanted to escape from them." She laughed like a girl. "Now you grasp the inwardness of my Christmas present it is a coasting outfit.
"If I could write a line it would do him more good than aught else," said Nell. "Can you control your hand?" "Oh, yes, easily." "Then you shall write the dear boy. As you say, it will be of immense benefit to him." Mr. Elliston drew forth from an inner pocket a book. Opening it he tore out a leaf and placed it, with pencil, in the lap of the invalid girl.
"Tell me, Amabel," Lady Elliston suddenly pleaded, "this is not going to blacken things for you; you won't let it blacken things. You will live; you will leave your prison and come out into the world, with your splendid boy, and live." Amabel slightly shook her head. "Oh, why do you say that? Has it hurt so horribly?" Amabel seemed to make the effort to think what it had done. She did not know.
The man arose at the conclusion of her words, and crossing to her side rested a slim hand upon the back of her chair. "No. Miss Elliston," he said gently, "I am not to blame nor, in a measure, are the others.
Are you ready?" MacNair nodded. "I can let you have some Indians," suggested the girl. "What for?" "Why, for a guard, of course; to help you with your prisoner." Ripley drew himself up and answered abruptly: "The Mounted is quite capable of managing its own affairs, Miss Elliston. I don't need your Indians, thank you." Chloe glanced wrathfully into the boyish face of the officer.
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