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Updated: May 8, 2025
My name is Rufus Carder you may have heard of it. Geraldine Melody belongs to me. Her father gave her to me." He turned back quickly to the girl, for Mrs. Barry's face warned him that his time was short. "You may have gone away against your will, Gerrie," he said. "It ain't too late to save your father. Come back with me now and there won't be a word said.
Supposing he should come and she be gone! This was the great third day. "I really I" stammered Geraldine "I feel a little shaky yet." "Oh, all right," Rufus laughed leniently. "Be it ever so humble and all that you know. Home for you, eh, Gerrie?" She longed to rise and strike his ugly smile at the sound of her father's pet name, and she trembled from head to foot.
"I don't see anything so wonderful in that stuck-up woman givin' the girl a job o' sewin'," returned Mrs. Whipp, blowing her nose. "When will Gerrie come back? How we'll miss her!" "I think," said Miss Upton, impressively "I think it is very safe to say Never!" "Why, what do you mean!" "I mean Mrs. Barry ain't goin' to let that girl stand behind my counter this summer."
She had often wondered if there were any body of water about the place deep enough for a girl to be covered in it if she lay face down. "Oh, yes, I have a cranberry bog with a dam. Makes a pretty decent pond part o' the year. How would you like it if I got you a canoe, Gerrie? Say! would you like that?" The interest that had come into the girl's face at mention of the pond encouraged him.
Unfolding the sheet, and cold with dread, she began to read: MY DEAR GERRIE: If this letter ever reaches you I shall be dead. The heart attacks have been worse of late and it may be I shall go off suddenly. If I do, I want to get word to you which if I live it will not be necessary for you to read. I have not been a good father and I deserve nothing at your hands.
He did not look at my stepmother nor answer her; but just gazed into my eyes and said over and over softly, 'Forgive me, Gerrie. Forgive me. I took his hands in mine and told him I had nothing to forgive." The young girl choked. When she could go on she spoke again: "A couple of days after that he died.
I'm goin' to make it up to you, Gerrie, I'm goin' to make it up to you. Don't you be afraid. You're safe to be the most envied girl in this county. You'll make some splash, let me tell you, when my plans are carried out." He patted her cringing shoulder, and with one more longing look turned and left her.
She saw plainly that if it came to the necessity Miss Mehitable would throw her into the motor with her own hands. "She is not very complimentary, is she?" she remarked. "I thought I was so important." "She hain't seen the Port yet either. Have you, Gerrie?" came from the back of the store. Miss Mehitable turned on the speaker.
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