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"There's no doubt about it, and the prison yawns for him and for that Skinner girl, too.... No! no!... You needn't beg for 'em. I won't hear it!... They've done enough to me.... Now, it's my turn!" "Ebenezer," gasped Helen, "don't do anything you'll be sorry for. If Forrie has had the dwarf there, let him tell you why.
Tess was kneeling beside the chair and he noted that her fingers fed the child carefully, and when a few warm drops of milk ran down the shaking baby chin, Tess took out her handkerchief and wiped the little face gently. "Uncle Forrie won't be back tonight," he observed, after a while. "Don't talk about him," gasped Tess. "I don't want to think of 'im."
You can do as you please, but my daughter stays with me, and your brother, my dear, and the woman he's living with go to jail." Sitting on the porch late that afternoon, Professor Young heard from Tess of the coming of Sandy Letts. "And, Uncle Forrie," she continued. "I can't understand why he went away so quickly." "Perhaps he thought I was around somewhere." "Perhaps," meditated Tess.
"I'll see that he does," said the professor, rising and straightening up. "Well, I'm going down to write some letters. Cheer up, Andy! Maybe something'll turn up." "Kid," began Andy, when the lawyer had gone. "I been thinking, we don't have to worry 'bout Sandy Letts. Ye know the lots of times when we didn't have Boy's Uncle Forrie to do things for us, how we prayed for a helpin' hand and got it?"
What about last night? Oh, yes, she did remember. Elsie Waldstricker at the squatters; her own struggle through the snow to the mansion on the hill; how Waldstricker had turned her away. "Yes, I remember," she whispered. "Did you find me, Uncle Forrie?" Sudden tears swept away Young's vision. He nodded his head. "And my brother-in-law's downstairs and wants to speak to you, Tessibel," said he.
Kneeling beside him, Young's leg pressed against something round and hard in Letts' pocket. A quick investigation brought forth a small revolver. "Are you hurt, child?" he inquired, getting up. "Did he hurt you?" "Not a bit, Uncle Forrie, but he scared me awful." The prostrate man groaned, moved his limbs and sat up, slowly. He glanced around as though trying to figure out what'd happened.
Helen ought to be able to do something with her brother. She should have saved her husband from the gossip Forrie was causing. When he entered his home, Helen perceived that he'd acquired a new grievance and discreetly remained silent while he was preparing himself for dinner. After a quiet meal, when they had seated themselves by the log fire in the library, Mrs.
Her cheeks burned more fiercely as she recalled the brutal answer he'd given that question. No, she wouldn't go to Forrie! It would only make Ebenezer more angry and make more trouble for her brother. It didn't make much difference where she went anyway. Life without her husband and her baby wouldn't be life at all.
She hesitated, laid down her work and stood up. Professor Young shook hands with Waldstricker as his sister went to his side smilingly. "Ebenezer wants me to go down to Skinner's with him," she explained. "Won't you come along, too, Forrie?" The lawyer threw an interrogative glance at the churchman. "Certainly," he answered. "Why? Anything particular?"
"Will you have your tea now, Madelene?" Helen was alarmed at the threatened tempest, and hoped to change the subject. "Yes, thanks, dear," and to her brother, "After all, Ebbie, Forrie probably knows his own business best. You know he's quite partial to the squatters and always did things for 'em." Mrs.
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