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By rights I ought to send you back then help you afterward if I can." Tessibel sat up, her eyes wildly frightened. "Ye couldn't do that!" she cried. "Ye couldn't do that! Don't ye remember a day on the rocks, when I was awful sad, an' you said, 'Tess, if ye ever want me to do anything for ye, come and tell me. Didn't ye say it?" Young bowed his head.
The strangeness of the actions of Frederick's fraternity brothers made the affair more unsolvable. Threatening looks were showered upon them as freshman after freshman, guarded by juniors, filed in. Dan Jordan slouched to the door of the opera-house, his eyes falling mechanically upon Tessibel Skinner across the street. He heard her arguing with the man from the café about her fish.
"Nope; I ain't a-goin' to bring him," Tess replied, whispering a prayer for aid. "What be ye goin' to do with it?" "I don't know yet." A muttered petition fell over the baby's face, but she said aloud: "I think it air a-goin' to croak." "I's a-thinkin' so, too," Ben said thoughtfully. "He hes the look of death on his mug, Tessibel.... Air it yer brat?"
"He air to sleep.... And ye ain't no business a-wakin' him up, nuther." Suddenly a dread flashed into Teola's mind. "Tessibel, he is.... There is something the matter with him!" She was fully dressed, tremblingly holding the post of the bed for support. "There is something the matter with him!" she gasped again. "Nothin' that air a-hurtin' him," soothed Tess.
"Can I do anything, Jake?" inquired the dwarf, softly. "Nope, it air only Tess can do it," replied the squatter. Tessibel heard but remained in the same position. "Tess air the only one can help," repeated Brewer. The girl sank back in her chair, allowing her hands to drop in her lap. "What is it?" she asked listlessly. "Ma Brewer air sick," said the squatter.
"Yep, she liked it, 'Satisfied'," she murmured, "an' I told 'er all about the singin' in Heaven. She hadn't thought Ben Letts might be there with Myry an' the brat.... Most folks ain't knowin' how awful long the forgivin' arm of Jesus air." And kissing the old squatter once more, Tessibel started homeward.
For several moments silence reigned in the hut. The sun streamed through the window, and a steamer sent a shrill whistle over the lake, the sound echoing among the rocks. Tessibel was thinking of Ezra Longman; Professor Young was thinking of her. Presently she leaned over, and took the letter from the man's hand, spelling out Myra's written message.
That Monday afternoon he met Tessibel as she came into the jail-yard, much the same Tessibel he had seen in the court-room. Professor Young took the girl's hand in his and led her into the small waiting room of the stone prison.
Both girls were eying each other with intentness. Tess started to speak again, coming forward a step toward the other squatter. "Did ye forget the storm, the wavin' trees and all 'cept Ben Letts?" "Ye air been to the ragged rocks," moaned Myra, sinking down upon the floor in a heap. In a twinkling the meaning of Myra's words dawned upon Tessibel.
The passage brought a vivid blush to her face. She rose silently, and knelt by the window. "Take this here body of my death," she prayed, "and give the poor brat to the Christ! Make its ma tell the student, and give Tessibel faith like a mustard-seed." Thus ended her prayer. Ezra Longman, sick unto death, as he had said, floundered his way along the wet path.
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