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Her head moved in negation, but she did not look at him. She had eyes only for the wreck of the man she loved. "I heard you needed me to save him, Mr. McKaye. So I'm here to save him, if I can for you nothing more." He bowed to her, deeply, humbly, as if she were in truth the grandest lady in the land, then left the room hurriedly.
The lumberjack heard him say, "Good-by, my dear, and good luck to you wherever you go"; so it was obvious Nan Brent was not coming back to Port Agnew. Knowing what he knew, Mr. O'Leary decided that, upon the whole, here was good riddance to the McKaye family of rubbish that might prove embarrassing if permitted to remain dumped on the Sawdust Pile.
"Do you think, father McKaye," she queried, "that the remainder of the family will think as you do?" "I fear not," he replied sadly. "But then, you haven't married the family. They'll accept you or keep out of Port Agnew; at any rate they'll never bother you, my dear. I think," he added grimly, "that I may find a way to make them treat you with civility at least."
For the small part he had played in bringing Nan Brent back to Port Agnew, the general manager fully expected to be dismissed from the McKaye service within thirty seconds after old Hector should reach the mill office; hence with the heroism born of twelve hours of preparation he was at his desk at eight o'clock next morning. At nine o'clock The Laird came in and Mr.
This is my second opportunity to do the decent thing toward the McKaye family so I am doing it. I plan to make rather a thorough job of it, too. You you'll be very kind and patient with him, will you not? He's going to feel rather badly, you know, but, then, I never encouraged him. It's all his fault, I think I tried to play fair and it was so hard." Her voice sunk to a mere whisper.
"Yes, yes; I know what you're going to say. Do you really think she would go as far as that, Andrew?" Mrs. McKaye was very pale. "Beware the anger of a woman scorned," he quoted. "In the event that she should, Mr. Daney, we should have no other alternative but to deny it." Elizabeth was speaking. She still wore her impish glacial smile.
"Why do you withhold your confidence from me?" she cried sharply. "Because you wouldn't respect it, my dear; also, because I'm paid to keep the McKaye secrets and you're not." "Is he going to marry her, Andrew? Answer me," she demanded. "Unfortunately for you, Mrs. Daney, the young gentleman hasn't taken me into his confidence. Neither has the young lady.
"Is she going to break her bargain?" "Oh, I think not, Mrs. McKaye. She merely complained to me that somebody begged her to come back to Port Agnew; so she's waiting for somebody to come down to the Sawdust Pile and beg her to go away again. She's inclined to be capricious about it, too. One person isn't enough. She wants three people to call, and she insists that they be ah ladies!"
"Yes; I'm Nan," she replied, "and you're Donald McKaye. You're a man now, but somehow you haven't changed greatly." "It's fine to meet you again, Nan." He shook her hand enthusiastically. She smiled a little sadly. "I saw you at colors last night, Donald. When your flag came down and the gun was fired, I knew you'd remembered."
Old Hector looked up in time to see Jane nod approval of her sister's sentiments, and Mrs. McKaye, by her silence, appeared also to agree with them. The Laird reached forth and laid his great hand over hers. "Poor Nellie!" he murmured affectionately. "'Tis hard to stand between our love and duty, is it not, lass? By God, sweetheart, I had to do it.
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