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"Yes; he had changed his name, had come up here, and because he was clever and spent money, and had a pull on someone, got it at cards perhaps, he was made sheriff." "In God's name, why didn't Malachi speak?" said Tarlton; "why didn't he tell me this?" "Because he and I had our own plans. The one evidence he wanted was Norice.
Norice was in jail for over a year, and then she was set free, for her health went bad, and her mind was going, they thought. She did not know till she come out that she was divorced. Then she nearly died. But then Trevoor come." Freddy Tarlton's hands were cold with excitement, and his fingers trembled so he could hardly light a cigar. "Go on, go on, Pierre," he said huskily.
At his shoulder was a face, wistful, worn, yet with a kind of happiness too; and the eyes had depths which any man might be glad to drown his heart in. Malachi stood still, not speaking, and an awe or awkwardness fell on the group at the table. But Norice stepped forward a little, and said: "May we come in?"
He had a look all open then as the sun yes. Happy? Yes, as happy as a man ought to be. Well, the mother of the child died, and Malachi alone was left to take care of the little Norice. He left the river and went to work in the mills, so that he might be with the child; and when he got to be foreman there he used to bring her to the mill.
Then they cleared her name before the world. But where was the man? No one knew. At last Malachi, in the Rocky Mountains, heard of her trouble, for Norice wrote to him, but told him not to do the man any harm, if he ever found him ah, a woman, a woman! . . . But Malachi met the man one day at Guidon Hill, and shot him in the street." "Fargo the sheriff!" roared half-a-dozen voices.
When that is done, there is nothing more to do she is yours for good or evil; and if a man, through a woman's love, makes her to sin, even his mother cannot be proud of him-no. But the man married Norice, and took her away to Madison, down in Wisconsin. Malachi was left alone Malachi and Trevoor, for Trevoor felt towards her as a father.
Next month when he come he walked straight to her, and handed up to her a box of toys and a silver whistle. 'That's to call me when you want me, he said, as he put the whistle to her lips, and then he put the gold string of it round her neck. She was a wise little thing, that Norice, and noticed things.
"When Trevoor, the owner, come one day, and saw her, he swore, and was going to sack Malachi, but the child that little Norice leaned over the basket, and offered him an apple. He looked for a minute, then he reached up, took the apple, turned round, and went out of the mill without a word so.
At his shoulder was a face, wistful, worn, yet with a kind of happiness too; and the eyes had depths which any man might be glad to drown his heart in. Malachi stood still, not speaking, and an awe or awkwardness fell on the group at the table. But Norice stepped forward a little, and said: "May we come in?"
Then they cleared her name before the world. But where was the man? No one knew. At last Malachi, in the Rocky Mountains, heard of her trouble, for Norice wrote to him, but told him not to do the man any harm, if he ever found him ah, a woman, a woman!... But Malachi met the man one day at Guidon Hill, and shot him in the street." "Fargo the sheriff!" roared half-a-dozen voices.
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