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In this commotion only Dora kept white, silent lips, nerved herself as best she could for whatever this night was to bring forth, and waited. Theodore could not resist going over to her for an instant. She turned quickly to him, and laid a small quivering hand on his arm "Mr. Mallery, I know you will tell me the truth!" "The entire truth, Miss Dora, just as soon as I know it.
But then it flashed on me last night about that Mr. Hastings why he must be a good kind of a man, he give five hundred dollars to the Orphans' Home only last week." "He ought to," interrupted Mallery. "He helps to manufacture the orphans."
"Don't be alarmed, Miss Hastings, he is not injured; he it is " Dora interrupted him. "I understand but too well, Mr. Mallery. Is he unconscious asleep, or what?" "Asleep," answered Theodore, briefly, feeling that words were worse than useless. "Then could you could we possibly get him to his room without the knowledge of any one? If we only could."
"Well they nicknamed me so, and I suppose it stuck, and it seems like me; but my name truly is Theodore S. Mallery." "Then of course I shall write it so." And after he had written it Mr. Birge came over and took the boy's hand. "It is a pleasant idea," he said.
There was a neat building down there, the name, "Temperance House," gleamed in large letters from the glass of both windows, and "Theodore S. Mallery" shone over the door. Within all was as neat and complete as care and skill and grace could make it; and that it was a favorite resort could be seen by standing for a few moments to watch the comers and goers at almost any hour in the day.
"I was reminded of Ben I don't know how or why just then except that thoughts of him are constantly coming to haunt, and sometimes almost madden me. Oh, Mallery! that is a past that can never, never be undone!" He spoke in a hollow, dreary tone, and his slight form, enfeebled by disease, was quivering with emotion; yet what could his friend say?
The following morning an early start may be made, and the winding course of Topocobya Canyon followed to its entrance into the main Havasu Canyon. Here a number of interesting pictographs may be seen on the wall to the left, reminding one somewhat of those found in Mallery Grotto at El Tovar.
Mallery, while he battled with them, became conscious that from the raised window of the carriage a young face, deathly in pallor, was bent forward watching the conflict, and he renewed the determination to save that life thus resting, so far as human help was concerned, in his hands. Jonas had dropped the reins, and sat aghast, and sobered with terror.
"I turned it nevertheless," answered Theodore, significantly. "You know I don't trust that young man, sir." "Not yet?" "No, sir." "Well, I hope and trust that time will prove you wrong and me right." "I hope so, certainly," answered Theodore, dryly. "But you don't believe it." And Mr. Stephens laughed a little as he added: "Now, Mallery, if you should happen to be mistaken this time!"
Theodore took in both the lock and the fact that the key was in it. "An excellent place for them," he answered. "Is there anything in it now?" "No, empty. What brought you here, Mallery? I hope you have no more work for me to do to-night. I was just thinking of my bed." "A very little, sir.
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