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To-day, despite his smile of greeting, the old expression was peering out at her, and she felt her hopes chilling within her at the sight. "What is it, Reed?" she asked him, after a few minutes of trivial conversation. "Something has gone wrong." "Not with me," he told her quickly. "In fact, things are very right. Ask Ramsdell." "But you look " "How?" His laugh awaited her final word.
"Ramsdell, David Ramsdell," replied the leader of the band. "That's a lie," said Sergeant Whitley. "Your name is Bill Skelly, an' you're a mountaineer from Eastern Kentucky, claimin' to belong first to one side and then to the other as suits you." "Who says so?" exclaimed Skelly defiantly. The sergeant beckoned Dick, who rode forward a little. "I do," said the boy in a loud, clear voice.
The useful volumes of this series for this field are: W.L. Fleming's Civil War and Reconstruction in Alabama, 1905. W.W. Davis's The Civil War and Reconstruction in Florida, 1913. Clara Mildred Thompson's Reconstruction in Georgia, Economic, Social, Political, 1915. J.G. de R. Hamilton's Reconstruction in North Carolina, 1914. C.W. Ramsdell. Reconstruction in Texas, 1910.
And for him! That any man in his position and with his outlook could harbour for an instant an idea so selfish! And even Olive However, this time, Ramsdell did not hear. Doctor Keltridge smoked for a while in silence. Then, "Opdyke is hunting for a new assistant," he said. Brenton, who had been sitting with his eyes fastened to the rug before him, looked up at the doctor.
"So that was it? Ramsdell, you're a wily fox. I'll see you don't regret it. And don't worry. I'm all right, and I promise you I won't try any gymnastics till the doctor gives me leave." Then, Ramsdell gone, he turned to the doctor in a sudden wave of self-surrender which the older man found exceeding pitiful. "Doctor, am I a futile sort of chap, or am I slowly going off my head?
You owe the woman nothing; and, by thunder," he let go the wrist and gently laid his hand on Opdyke's throbbing head; "she is going to owe you a good deal. If she had kept on much longer, you'd have been a case for a hypodermic, perhaps worse. How the devil did she get up here, Ramsdell?" Ramsdell, from the foot of the couch, was watching Opdyke with the dumb, anxious entreaty of a faithful dog.
"Still, now you are here, do you mind trying to straighten me out a little? Thanks. That's very good. Now go to bed. I think I am beginning to feel sleepy." Ramsdell obediently vanished; and Opdyke, shutting his teeth upon his mental agonies, lay silent and as if turned to stone. With a supreme effort at self-control, he drove the pictures from the shadowy wall; he banished Olive from his mind.
His first words were conventional, but gradually his earnestness and excitement overcame his sense of the becoming, and he talked of what lay near his heart in disjointed phrases. "That young man to-day jes' jumped on me! He told me I'd plagued them cattle half to death, and I'd acted lies and cheated Ramsdell out of three hundred dollars. 'Twas all true.
For just that single moment, Olive caught in her breath and held it. Then, "Why, to me," she answered simply. "Reed dear, you have made it wonderfully well worth the asking. May I have it for my very own?" Fifteen minutes later on, Ramsdell came up the stairs. When he had gone down them stealthily and tiptoed through the lower hall, he wiped his eyes, then blew his nose in raucous triumph.
Accordingly, though eight o'clock found them breakfasting together in Opdyke's room, Ramsdell, in attendance on his patient's numerous needs of help, acknowledged to himself that he never saw a patient and a priest act like such a pair of schoolboys squabbling over jam.
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