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Don't mistreat him, but O'mie, for Heaven's sake, kape your eyes open, especially when he promises to be good. It's our stunt, Phil, to watch him close now he's took to reformin' to the girls." "O'mie, we know, and Father Le Claire knows, but how can we make those foolish girls understand? Mary believes everything that's said to her anyhow, and you heard Marjie to-night.
And then for the first time, I told Marjie of her father's dying message. I had wanted her to love me for myself. I did not want any sense of duty to her father's wishes to sway her. I knew now that she did love me. And I closed the affectionate missive with the words: "To my father and Aunt Candace you are very dear. Your mother has always been kind to me. I believe she likes me.
Maybe, though, they would have none of him now any more than of myself. When Marjie and I were engaged I did not care for her future, for it was to be with me, and my burden was my joy then. Not that earning a living meant any disgrace to the girl. We all learned better than that early in the West. "Well, who be thaid lady?" Bud questioned. "Miss Letitia Conlow," O'mie answered with a grave face.
We must first save the homes, quietly and swiftly. Other calamities would follow fast enough. In the darkness now, Bud Anderson put both arms around me. "Phil," he whispered, "you're my king. You muth go to her mother now. In the morning, your Aunt Candathe will come to her. Maybe in the daylight we can find Marjie. He can't get far, unleth the river "
Marjie could not help smiling now. O'mie had not a soul to call his next of kin. "Oh, yis, I wint," he continued, "on tin days' holiday. The actual start to it was on the evenin' Phil got home from Topeka. The night of the party at Anderson's Lettie Conlow comes into the store just at closin'. I was behind a pile of ginghams fixin' some papers and cord below the counter.
"Phil, I didn't know you were coming, and Richard Tillhurst asked me just as you came in. I saw Amos Judson coming my way, so I made for the nearest port." "And you did right, dearie," I said very softly; "but, Marjie, don't forget you are my girl, my only girl, and I'll tell you all about this Topeka business to-morrow night. No, I'll write you a letter to-night when I go home.
"Now that there is no bond other than friendship between the two families, and especially since Marjie has begged me to take hold of it, I have probed this business of yours to the bottom. Don't make any mistake," he added, as Judson took on a sly look of disbelief. "You will be safer to accept that fact now. Drop the notion that your tracks are covered.
She had not marked that item, but had pencilled the news that "Philip Baronet would return in three weeks from Massachusetts, where he had been enjoying the past two years in school." Enjoying! Under this Marjie had written in girlish hand, "Hurry up, Phil." On the last stage of my journey I was wild with delight.
You are life of my life; and so again, good-night." The sun was getting low in the west when Marjie with shining face came slowly down Cliff Street toward her home. Near the gate she met my father. His keen eyes caught something of the Marjie he had loved to see. Something must have happened, he knew, and his heartbeats quickened at the thought.
"Maybe, but his eyes didn't ask me that. And that was all. I never saw him again, and I don't ever expect to." "Should rather think not." "Would you mind?" "Certainly," said Leonard. "They're horrible tyrants, English husbands," said Marjie, kissing his arm. "Not so bad as German ones," he replied, putting his head down to hers. The casements rattled.
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