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But when I saw the effect the song produced I took courage and had no more trouble." "My dear, brave child," responded Mr. Radhurst affectionately, "you remind me of your mother; you have her disposition, so brave, and yet so kind and gentle." "Not very brave, daddy, but I would do anything for you," and Constance gave the old man a loving kiss.
He found the arm doing as well as could be expected, but the racking cough still continued the same. "Miss Radhurst," he said, as he bent over her father. "I leave for Klassan this morning." Constance looked up in surprise. "What! going away so soon?" she queried. "Yes, duty calls me back to my flock. They are in danger from the miners down there, and I have been absent too long already."
She did not dare to ask, lest she should betray the note of eagerness in her voice, and she was sure her face would flush even if she mentioned it. "But it wasn't the only charge they brung agin the parson," continued Sol. "They raked up all sorts of stuff. It was certainly wonnerful." "What else did they say?" questioned Mr. Radhurst.
Give me another chance, and I'll leave the country!" "The rope'll take you to a new country, and a hot one at that, quicker than you can mush," jeered one. "Mercy! Mercy!" pleaded the wretched man. "Spare me this once! I'll tell you all, and get out!" "Did ye kill that Injun woman?" asked Pete, stepping near. "Yes." "Did ye lave young Radhurst to die in the Ibex cabin, an' stole his gold?" "Yes."
Pete swung suddenly around, and looked full upon the irate man before him. "So yer the gintleman, are ye? I'm rale glad to make yer acquaintance. Mebbe ye kin explain matters, an' unravel this tangle a bit." "There's nothing to explain, d you! I was out walking last night and met Miss Radhurst on the trail.
It is not a serious fracture, however, only one of the bones, which can be quite easily re-set." When at length the work was completed, Keith stepped back and viewed his patient. "There," he said. "I think he will do now. We've done the best we could." "Thank you. Oh, thank you," replied Constance. "You are very good." "That's nothing, Miss Radhurst.
"Git up an' explain what ye did to Kenneth Radhurst!" Receiving no reply, he continued: "Then I'll tell the men what ye did, ye coward. Ye left 'im a sick man, to starve, to die in the Ibex cabin; that's what ye did. Ye stole his gold, an' left 'im thar." "You lie!" came from the prostrate man. "It's no lie, I tell ye that.
"Oh, pictures," laughed Constance, taking the sketches from the maiden. "Did you bring them for me?" "Me fetch 'm. Heem tell Jennie come." "Who told you?" "Gikhyi." "What, Mr. Steadman?" "Ah, ah." "Look, father," and Constance crossed the room to where Mr. Radhurst was sitting, a silent witness of it all. "Mr. Steadman sent Jennie here to show us her pictures; how kind of him."
Keith became a regular visitor at the Radhurst cabin, and Constance always awaited his coming with pleasure. They read aloud from some favourite author, during the long evenings, when Mr. Radhurst was an eager listener until he fell asleep. "I wish I had my copy of Browning," said Keith one night, "but I have lost it somewhere. I had it on the trail, and well remember the last time I read from it.
Not, however, till the colour had been somewhat restored to Constance's cheeks, the dishes cleared away, and the men seated by the couch, was the tale of adventure related. Then followed the account of Keith's troubles, his trial, and expulsion. Mr. Radhurst told of the latter, as Constance found herself unequal to the task so painful was the memory of it all.
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