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Everett bent over and looked keenly into Lon's face; then slowly he threw a question at the fellow: "Are you fond of those two children, or have you other motives for taking them from Shellington?" Cronk made no reply, but settled back in the rickety chair and eyed Everett from head to foot. "Be that any of yer business?" he said at length. The lawyer took the repulse calmly.
She heard the door open, and when Miss Shellington entered her red face was bent low over the grammar. A few seconds before, when Miss Shellington had entered the house, she had seen Everett's shadow on the drawing-room curtain; but for the moment her habitual concern for Floyd overrode her eagerness to be with her lover, and she hurried to the sickroom.
"I'm sorry, Katherine," he apologized, and then stopped; for he noticed Everett's face dark with anger. Shellington did not forget that his friends had come to dinner; but he had just witnessed a scene that had touched his heart, and he determined to make both of his guests understand it also. "The evening has turned out differently from what Ann and I expected," he explained.
She passed an arm about Fledra and continued, "It would be better if we were not to talk of family troubles any more, Floyd.... Fledra, won't you ask Mildred to play something for you?" The rest of Mildred's stay was so strained that Miss Shellington breathed a sigh of relief when Katherine suggested going. For a few seconds neither Ann nor Fledra spoke after the closing of the door.
"With fondest love to you, my darling, and to my baby and Katherine, I am, "Your own loving wife, "FLEDRA." The governor read and reread the letter, especially the part in which his wife implored him to aid Horace Shellington. He laid it down with a sigh. He well knew that Fledra's heart was tender toward all little ones since the disappearance of her own.
"That gal don't go back tonight! She's mine! Ye gived her to me, and I want her now." Lem wriggled his body between Fledra and the stairs; but the girl thrust herself upon him with an angry snarl. "Don't touch me with your dirty hands!" she gasped. Lem caught his breath. "Ye've let that rich pup of a Shellington kiss ye ye don't move from here!"
With a groan the frantic lover tore open the one directed to him and read it. "She's gone with them!" he said slowly in a hollow voice, and sank into a chair. Miss Shellington took the note from his outstretched hand, and read: "Mr. Shellington. "I'm going away because I don't like your house any more. Let Floyd stay and let your sister take care of him like when I was here.
At length after a long rest she turned into a broad path which she knew well, and did not halt until she was staring eager-eyed into the window of Harold Brimbecomb's house which stood close to the cemetery. To the left of the Brimbecomb's was the mansion, belonging to the orphans of Horace Shellington.
Fledra loitered in the hall until she heard Miss Shellington leave Floyd; then she stole forward. "Will you come to my room a little while, Sister Ann?" Without a word, Ann took the girl's hand; together they entered the blue room. Fledra wheeled about upon Miss Shellington, when the door had been, closed. "Do you believe all those things you pray about, Sister Ann?" she appealed brokenly.
Katherine took up her position on the other side of her father, and the three stepped out into the night and began slowly to ascend the hill. To Horace Shellington it seemed many hours before the small, jerky train that ran between Auburn and Ithaca drew into the latter city. In his eagerness to reach the squatter settlement without loss of time, he hastened from the car into the station.
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