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"Biding my time," he growled deeply, laying his napkin on the table. The gloom of his manner spread over the diners like a cloud. Helen's face expressed consternation; Frederick's discouragement, and Madelene's impatience. "I must say this is pleasant," snapped Mrs. Graves. "Ebbie, I forbid you to speak of those people again tonight." Helen made a little move as though to rise.
"Madelene's all right, I suppose," the boy answered "but I don't want to marry her." "You better want to," his mother rejoined tartly. "You've got to do just that very thing." "You're crazy, Mother. I won't do it. What do you take me for, anyhow? Get that idea out of your head and keep it out."
"I think you should go right away now and see Ebenezer, and ask him properly for Madelene's hand." Feeling that such a course would commit him irrevocably, the boy hesitated. "Don't be afraid, Fred dear," Madelene broke in. "I know Eb likes you, and," blushingly, "I think he will not be much surprised, either." If he could only summon courage enough to tell Madelene before they met her brother!
The elder set his grim lips and went out again. Elsie was with her mother! That Helen hadn't been to the house didn't prove anything. She'd sent some one. Elsie wouldn't have gone away of her own accord. When Ebenezer appeared at Madelene's home he was fuming with fury. His sister greeted him cordially and ushered him into the drawing room. "I'm glad you've come, Ebenezer.
Madelene's keen enjoyment in displaying the many sights, already familiar to her, bored him to distraction, and they had been in France but a few days before she discovered his indifference to the wonders which seemed of such importance to her. On the way over she had noticed his spells of abstraction. She had seen how quickly the shadows descended upon her husband's face when it was in repose.
"Send me your picture, Hop." "No, I'll send you Madelene's. No, I'll send you the clock with the 'talking eyes." And standing at Hopkins's gate, the scar-faced man with the romance and I parted, like ships that meet, hail and pass on, never to meet again. Hopkins and I moved away from one another, each on his own course, across the seven seas of life.
She crouched down in terrified shame. Then like a flash the meaning of his wife's words rushed over the almost stupefied man! God! and he had not known! Tessibel, her new light of coming motherhood, cowered before him like a stricken thing. He sprang forward during Madelene's hesitation and grasped his wife's arm again.
As for you, old Chum, I haven't even asked you not to repeat what I have told you I know you won't." After a long while, I turned to Hopkins and said: "And yet, Hopkins, fools say there is no romance in railroad life. This is a story worth reading, and some day I'd like to write it." "Not in Madelene's time, or in mine, Chum, but if ever a time comes, I'll send you a token."
She did not look at Frederick after that first fleeting glance, but bowed her head on the pew-back in front from sheer weariness. The memory of that scene in the cabin three weeks previous recurred with renewed clearness. Madelene's insulting words, re-echoing in her ears, made her grow faint from stinging humiliation. Oh, how sorry she was she'd come to church!
"I understand that man Letts, Sandy Letts, who is working for me on the Bishop matter, still wants to marry her." "Of course she won't as long as Frederick " Waldstricker interrupted her. "If Frederick does go there, he won't long when Letts finds it out." Madelene's eager glance brought the unmatched lips aslant of each other. "I don't think he'll go often," he repeated. "I'll see to it myself.
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