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"Oh, Pete, Pete!" cried Kate, and she dropped back at his feet "Why, what's this at all?" said Pete. "You've been very, very good to me, Pete, and if I never see you again you'll think the best of me, will you not?" She had an impulse to tell all she could hardly resist it. He smoothed the black ripples of her hair back from her forehead, and said, tenderly, "She's not so well to-day, that's it.
While he was searching for a lamp, her eyes ran quickly over the dark interior, lighted fitfully as the driftwood, snapping on the stone hearth, flared at times into a blaze. Kate herself, despite the doubts and fears of her situation, was conscious of a strange feeling in being under Laramie's roof at one with him in so far as he could make her feel so.
"Come, Tom," I repeated, "tell me what is the matter." I could see his bare throat knot and relax, like the motion of a serpent, before he could utter the words. "Kate has killed her little boy, sir." He followed them with a stifled cry almost a scream, and hid his face in his hands. "God forbid!" I exclaimed, and struck my heels in my horse's sides, nearly overturning poor Tom in my haste.
Lady de la Poer would have written, but it had only boon settled that morning on finding that he could spare the day. Kate squeezed Adelaide's hand in an agony. Oh! would that aunt let her go? "You would like to come?" asked Lord de la Poer, bending his pleasant eyes on her. "Have you ever been there?" "Never! Oh, thank you! I should like it so much!
By turning her head a very little she could get a glimpse of the organ-loft, with its quaint little organ bearing two gilded mitres and a royal crown on top, and below, the inscription, "The Gift of George Berkeley, late Lord Bishop of Cloyne." She wondered who George Berkeley could have been, and resolved to ask Cousin Kate as they went home if there was any story about him.
I learned to spell, and a great many other things, and I'm still making money. I never forget you for a day; I never have loved and never shall love any other woman. That's all about me, in a nutshell; now go on and tell me a volume, tell me all night, about you. Heavens, woman, I wish you could see yourself, in that dress with the moon on your hair. Kate, you are the superbest thing!
So I went back a little distance, put on my boots again, and came into the house as if nothing had happened. "I was unusually silent that night, and I saw Kate looking aside at me now and then with a half-frightened glance, as if she was afraid that I was going to change back to my old unkind ways. I watched her very narrowly, and she saw it, and was uneasy.
"The power, mother! I, the power!" exclaimed Kate, in a voice that made her mother start. "Have you not?" inquired Mrs. Harrison calmly. "Has the bird, whose wing is broken, the power to fly?" asked Kate. "Unless you make an effort to throw off your present state of mind, you cannot live. And are you willing to die, and leave this dear child in the hands of those who cannot love it as you do?"
Kate did not like to ask any further questions, but as she stared vaguely at the pale sun setting, she wondered what the acrobat was like, and how a girl could prefer a gutta-percha man to the musician. As the minutes passed, the silence grew more irritating, and the evening colder.
However, Kate was not the kind of person to let anything dwell on her spirits, especially if it took the shape of impudence; and, whistling gaily, she was riding forward when, who should cross her path but the Alcalde! Ah! Alcalde, you see a person now that has a mission against you, though quite unknown to herself. He looked so sternly, that Kate asked if his worship had any commands.
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