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"Father," I said, "I'm going away, too. I may never come back, and for my own sake I want to assure you of one thing: no matter what Tillhurst may say, if Rachel Melrose were ten times more handsome, if she had in her own name a fortune such as I can never hope to acquire myself, she would mean nothing to me.
At the same moment she saw me. Her greeting lacked a little of its former warmth, but her utter disregard of anything unpleasant having been between us was positively admirable. Her most coquettish smiles, however, were for Tillhurst, but that didn't trouble me.
Then she turned to Tillhurst, standing there greedily taking in every word, his face beaming as one's face may who finds an obstacle suddenly lifted from his way. "We are old friends, the best kind of friends, Mr. Tillhurst. Mr. Baronet and I have recollections of two delightful years when he was in Harvard, haven't we?" "Yes, yes," I replied.
One thing more," he added as an unimportant afterthought, "I see Miss Melrose is still in Topeka." "Yes," I answered. "And Tillhurst, too," he went on. Let it go. Just now it may be better so."
John Anderson was explaining the happening to Tillhurst and some newcomers in Springvale to whom the story was interesting, and the whole table began to recall old times and old escapades of Jean's. "Wasn't afraid of anything on earth," Bill Mead declared. "Yeth he wath, brother," Bud broke in, while Bess Anderson blushed deeply at Bud's teasing name.
"Then they will not be answered. You have deceived me and been untrue to me. I will not listen to one word. You may be very clever, but I understand you now. This is the end of everything for you and me." And so she left me. I stood at the gate only long enough to hear her cordial greeting of Tillhurst. My Marjie, my own, had turned against me.
Marjie was a mighty purty girl. The boys was nigh crazy about her. Did I know her?" I did; oh, yes, I remembered her. "They's another chap hangin' round her, too; his name's lemme see, uh common enough name when I was a boy back in Kentucky uh Tillhurst, Richard Tillhurst. Tall, peaked, thin-visaged feller. Come out from Virginny to Illinois.
"Well, Marjie, you are young. You must lean on older counsel. There is no man living as good and true as your father was to me. Remember that." "Yes, there is," Marjie declared. "Who is he, daughter?" "Philip Baronet," Marjie answered proudly. That afternoon Richard Tillhurst called and detained Marjie until she was late in keeping her appointment with Judge Baronet.
I had nearly reached the Anderson home, and the noisy gayety of the party was in my ears, when two persons met at the gate and went slowly in together. It was Amos Judson and Lettie Conlow. "Well, of all the arrangements, now, that is the best," I exclaimed, as I went in after them. Tillhurst was talking to Marjie, who did not see me enter. "Phil Baronet!
"Good for you, Phil. Bet we've got one fellow to make a Bothton girl open her eyeth even if Tillhurtht couldn't. He'th jutht jealouth. But we all know Phil! Nobody'll ever doubt old Philip!" It took the edge off the embarrassment, and O'mie, who had sidled over into Marjie's neighborhood, said in a low voice: "Tillhurst is a consummit liar, beautiful to look upon. That girl tagged Phil.
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