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They hope to hear from the girl soon." "If Myry and Ben was in the storm last night " began Tess. "They may be dead," ended Young gravely. "Myra took her child with her. I found this note on the dead boy's bed, and brought it away with me. I would have liked to have put the boy on the witness-stand. Nevertheless, I hope to release your father on the evidence I have, without a trial."
The autumn lightning shot out from the sky, veering to the north and unmasking the black, raging lake and the distant city. A heavy roll of awe-inspiring thunder followed the flash. The man and woman did not speak until the flat boat topped the breaking waves. "The storm air a-goin' to be worse," shouted Ben, scanning the dark clouds. "It air foolhardy to try it, ain't it, Myry?"
Ma air been worryin' fearin' Myry weren't comf'table." Tess bobbed her curly head. "I'll tell 'er in a minute," she assured him; "but, 'Satisfied, I were a goin' to ask ye somethin'." Longman nodded. "An' I were goin' to ask you somethin' too, brat," he said. "How air the singin' goin' in church?" Tessibel sparkled like the morning dew. "Oh, it air goin' fine, 'Satisfied. I love it more'n more.
I air glad I got ye, and I hopes that ye live, too. Myry air got Ben Letts, and I air a-goin' to have Frederick." She walked home in a reverie deep and sweet. Sunday morning, Tessibel was out upon the tracks, walking swiftly toward the city.
The thought of the fisherman with his dog-bitten face was repulsive to her. "Ye be goin' in with me to see him, ain't ye, Myry?" The brown eyes entreated that she should not be sent to Ben Letts alone. Myra Longman shook her head. She knew that the brat's pa did not want to see her, and again she shook her head as Tessibel waited. "He air been askin' all the mornin' for ye, Tess," urged Mrs.
"He was under my care for a long time," explained Young, "and last night escaped and walked home through the rain.... He is dead." "Dead!" gasped Tess. "Dead!" Impetuously she bent toward him, and finished: "Ezy Longman ain't dead!" "Yes, he is," replied Young. "He died in his father's hut, last night. I have just left there, and I feel heartily sorry for them both." "Myry?... Did ye see Myry?"
Longman loosened Tessibel's arms, and, walking slowly forward, looked down upon his daughter. "I hain't seed before that she were a-smilin'," he said, taking a long breath. "Ye says as how she air happy, Tess?" "Yep; she air with Ben Letts." "I air a-goin' in to tell her ma that Myry air happy," asserted Longman, with relief in his voice. "I thank ye, Tess, for tellin' me that she were.
The impetus of being good-looking by an effort of her own had blackened the copper colored eyes. The long fringed lashes dripped with pearls of water while the skin had reddened from the vigorous rubbing, but it was very, very clean. "I wants yer comb, Myry Longman," said Tessibel slowly shaking herself like a big dog. Myra hesitated.
The more she thought of Ben's danger, the more she loved and wanted to save him, the more determined she grew to take him away to some place where the officers could not find him. "Goin' to bed, Myry?" asked Longman, taking the candle and climbing the ladder to the loft. "Yep, but I air a-goin' to rock the brat a little while. Ye and Mammy go to bed. I locks the door."
"Sit down on the bed," interrupted the tired voice. "Myry and Ezy air both gone. Satisfied says as how Myry air a-smilin' and as how ye said she were happy. Satisfied and me feels better, we does." Tessibel choked back the welling tears. The gray head resting upon a soiled pillow, the pale face turned toward the wall, which had not turned to her, struck Tess deeper than Satisfied's stolid grief.
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