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All I ask is that he will meet me as soon as we get back to town." "I can't go b-back on the train!" cried Annette, with a glance at her bags and boxes. "Every one would suspect something if I did. Oh, why d-did I come?" "My buggy is at your disposal," said Carter; "perhaps your disinterested friend, Mr. Kilday, could be persuaded to drive you back."
Ruth bent forward to get a glimpse of the prisoner's face, and as she did so he lifted his head. It was Sandy Kilday, his clothes disheveled, his brows lowered, and his lips compressed info a straight, determined line. Ruth's startled gaze swept over the riders, then came back to him.
There was a slight tremor about her lips, but her eyes flashed their first open declaration of independence. "It's Mr. Kilday," she said; "we are going out on the river." There was an oppressive silence of ten minutes after she left, during which Carter smiled behind his paper and Mrs. Nelson gazed indignantly at the tea-pot. Then she tapped the bell.
Kilday," he went on, shaking his finger impressively, "that little girl is as slick as a blame Yankee! But she'll not outwit me. I'm going right up there and take her home." Sandy laughingly held his arm. It was not the first time the doctor had confided in him. "No, no, doctor," he said; "I'll be the watch-dog for ye.
"He's dead," she whispered, with a catch in her voice; then she went on in breathless explanation: "but he told me first. He said, 'Hurry back, Ruth, and make it right. They can come for me as soon as I can travel. Tell Kilday I wasn't worth it. Oh, Sandy!
It is such a dear place; I simply adore it. I'm on my way home from there now. All my men friends begged me to stay; they sent me so many flowers I had to keep them in the bath-tub. Wasn't it darling of them? I just love men. How long have you been in Clayton, Mr. Kilday?"
About this time Sandy Kilday returned from his last term at the university, and gossip was busy over the burden of honors under which he staggered, and the brilliance of the position he had accepted in the city. In prompt contradiction of this came the shining new sign, "Hollis & Kilday," which appeared over the judge's dingy little office. Nobody but Ruth knew what that sign had cost Sandy.
The men were probably waiting in the square for him now. He must stop them at any cost. Carter opened his eyes, and the terror returned to them. "Don't give me up, Kilday!" he cried, trying to rise. "I'll pay you anything you ask. It was the drink. I didn't know what I was doing. For the Lord's sake, don't give me up! I haven't long to live at best. I can't disgrace the family.
His hat was pulled over his eyes and his hands were thrust in his pockets. Now and again he stopped, listened, and looked at his watch. It was Sandy Kilday, and he was waiting for the freight-train with the fixed intention of committing suicide. The complications arising from Jimmy Reed's indiscretion had resulted disastrously.
As a trout, one moment in mid-stream swimming and frolicking with the best, finds himself suddenly snatched out upon the bank, gasping and helpless, so Sandy found himself high and dry against the wall, with the insistent voice of his captor droning in his ears. She had evidently been wound and set, and Sandy had unwittingly started the pendulum. "Have you ever been to Chicago, Mr. Kilday? No?
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