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Mary Waite, by the way, was one of those "prosy, ridiculous girls" so I had been compelled to classify her, although I was secretly troubled by a sincere admiration of her virtues, who had made it an absorbing pursuit of her school-days to probe her text-books for useful information, and was also accustomed to defer to her teachers as high authority on matters of daily discipline.
"What if he should be gone?" he said, under his breath. "Oh, come off!" said Catherine, angrily. "He's not gone. You make me tired!" But she was trembling when she stopped just before the door to compose herself for a moment. Indeed, she trembled so very much that Waite put out his sprawling hand to steady her.
"The Christmas holidays will soon be here, so a half day out of school will not matter," Mrs. Waite said smilingly, and gave Grace a note for Miss Patten. "I'll walk to Flora's with you," said Grace. "Now, Sylvia, own up that you think Charleston is nicer than Boston. Why, it is all ice and snow and cold weather up there, and here it is warm and pleasant.
"No, I know no one. But what do you mean? I thought everything was straight? That there was no question about my right to inherit?" "Well, there isn't, Christie," pulling fiercely on his cigar. "But the courts are particular; they have got to have the whole thing in black and white. I thought all along I could settle the entire matter with Waite outside, but the old fool won't listen to reason.
Robert Waite was a very kind and generous gentleman. Aunt Connie was as delighted as it was possible for a mother to be who knows that her youngest child is safe under the same roof with herself. She tried to thank Sylvia for protecting Estralla, but Sylvia was too happy over her success to listen to her.
C. V. Waite closes her interesting detail of the great massacre with the following remark and accompanying summary of the testimony and the summary is concise, accurate and reliable: "For the benefit of those who may still be disposed to doubt the guilt of Young and his Mormons in this transaction, the testimony is here collated and circumstances given which go not merely to implicate but to fasten conviction upon them by 'confirmations strong as proofs of Holy Writ:
Waite had that would come anywhere near fitting Phil was a yellow robe that looked like a night gown. Phil grinned as he tucked it under his arm and hurried back to the menagerie tent. As he passed through the "big top" he saw that it was filling up rapidly. "I guess we are going to have a good house tonight," muttered the lad with a pleased smile.
"Margaret Elizabeth seems to have completely won you to her side," she added. "It is really a very strange story, Eleanor, and to begin at the end of it, we have quite sufficient evidence, in my opinion, to prove that he is the son of my old comrade, Robert Waite." Mrs. Pennington fixed surprised eyes upon her husband. Margaret Elizabeth sat down and folded her hands in her lap.
He's taken the case into court already, and the sheriff is here tryin' to find me so as to serve the papers. I've got to skip out, and so've you." "I?" rising to her feet, indignantly. "What have I done to be frightened over?" He laughed, but not pleasantly. "Oh, hell, Christie, can't you understand? Old Waite is after you the same way he is me.
As she entered the lecture hall that evening with Helen and Alice Waite, Dorothy King, who was standing by the ticket taker, accosted her. "I wanted to tell you that Christy is coming back before long," she said. Having drawn her aside on that flimsy excuse, Dorothy grew suddenly earnest. "What's he going to do, Betty?" she demanded.
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