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She went to the mantel and lighted the dull lamp. By the flicker she read the face of the clock. "Tobey's late!" she exclaimed uneasily. Her mind never rested from its fear for Tobey. His childlike mentality made him always the same burden as when she had rocked him hour after hour, a scrawny mite of a baby on her breast. "It's a fearful night for him to be out!" she muttered. "Blood!
Brenner's hand closed with convulsive force on Tobey's shoulder. "Tobey!" she screamed desperately, "where was you this afternoon? All afternoon?" "On the beach," mumbled Tobey, shrinking into himself. "Tobey! Tobey! Where'd you get blood on the box?" He looked around. His cloudy eyes rested on her face helplessly. "I dunno," he said.
Brenner?" "No! Oh, no! No!" she cried desperately. "Mart made those when he came in. He went into Tobey's room!" "How about it, Brenner?" Mart smiled with an indulgent air. "Heard what she said, didn't you?" "Is it true?" Mart smiled more broadly. "Olga'll take my hair off if I don't agree with her," he said. "Let's see your shoes, Brenner?"
She felt the questioning intentness of Sheriff Munn's eyes on her stolid face and she felt that he did not miss the tremor in her eyes. "Where was your son this afternoon?" She smiled defiance. "I told you, on the beach." "Whose room is that?" Munn's forefinger pointed to Tobey's closed door. "That's Tobey's room," said his mother. "The mud tracks go into that room. Did he make those tracks, Mrs.
Brenner's hand closed with convulsive force on Tobey's shoulder. "Tobey!" she screamed desperately, "where was you this afternoon? All afternoon?" "On the beach," mumbled Tobey, shrinking into himself. "Tobey! Tobey! Where'd you get blood on the box?" He looked around. His cloudy eyes rested on her face helplessly. "I dunno," he said.
Brenner turned to him in wild gratitude. "You believe me, don't you?" she cried. The tears dribbled down her face. She saw the balance turning on a hair. A moment more and it might swing back. She turned and hobbled swiftly to the shelf. Proof! More proof! She must bring more proof of Tobey's innocence! She snatched up his box of butterflies and came back to Munn.
His teeth chattered and he crouched down on his knees before the open oven-door. "I'm cold," he complained. Mrs. Brenner came close to him and laid her hand on his wet, matted hair. "Tobey's a bad boy," she scolded. "You mustn't go out in the wet like this. Your hair's soaked." She got down stiffly on her lame knees. "Sit down," she ordered, "and I'll take off your shoes.
Brenner?" "No! Oh, no! No!" she cried desperately. "Mart made those when he came in. He went into Tobey's room!" "How about it, Brenner?" Mart smiled with an indulgent air. "Heard what she said, didn't you?" "Is it true?" Mart smiled more broadly. "Olga'll take my hair off if I don't agree with her," he said. "Let's see your shoes, Brenner?"
"You'll swing for it, Mart!" she whispered faintly. "And the money's on the table! Tobey's saved!" Rough hands were on the door. A flutter of breath like a sigh of relief crossed her lips and her lids dropped as the door burst open to a tide of men. The big yellow butterfly swung low on his golden wings and came to rest on her narrow, sunken breast. Copyright, 1921, by Rose Sidney.
"Tobey's grandfather's, sir, a very odd old gentleman, though blind, which he got from setting off fireworks on a Fourth of July, and nearly burned the foot off the blue twin, called blue from the color of his eyes, the other being dark-blue, which is the only way we have of telling 'em apart, except that one likes cod liver oil and the other don't, and several times when the blue twin's been sick the dark-blue twin has got all the medicine by squinting up his eyes so as I couldn't make him out and pretending it was him that had the colic, and Mr.
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