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He'd go back now and tell his mother he was married to Tess.... No, he'd wait until morning! He opened the library door and stepped in, crossed the room slowly and drew down the curtain. Turning, he saw a girl rise from the divan. Madelene Waldstricker reached out two rounded arms with an impatient gesture. "Ah, you've come," she said, smiling into his eyes.
"You remember Madelene Waldstricker, don't you?" Did she remember Madelene Waldstricker? Would she ever forget that one night when he had treated her, his own wife, as though she were a stranger? "Sure, I remember 'er," she admitted, flushing. "What about 'er?" Before replying, Frederick snatched her hand and kissed it.
"I've explained to you time and time again, Helen," said he impatiently, "why I struck her and I'm not sorry I did it." "It seems awful, though," replied his wife, reflectively. Waldstricker frowned into the wistful face. "Why awful when the Bible ordered me to do it? I've given you the Master's own words to verify it. Didn't he say, 'Let the man without sin first cast a stone?" Mrs.
Of course, that was what had happened. Instant anger filled his mind. He'd show her. He wouldn't stand it. He went below and called the servants into his presence. "Who was here this morning?" he questioned. "Nobody." Not one of them had seen a person. "Mrs. Waldstricker was here, wasn't she?" he insisted. "No, Mrs. Waldstricker hasn't been home today."
Lysander Letts, convicted of grave robbing, had been sentenced to prison and was still confined at Auburn. During the weeks after Frederick's departure, Ebenezer Waldstricker had been unusually busy. In May, just as the tardy promises of the Storm Country spring, were beginning to be fulfilled by the full leaved glories of early summer, little Elsie Waldstricker was born.
"He won't listen to a thing against her, and he's been acting as guilty as he could all the way home.... No wonder I don't believe a word he says!" Mrs. Waldstricker picked up her work, folded it, and laid it on the table. "But, Madelene, it's so bewildering," she exclaimed. "Tell us, dear, just what happened."
Helen broke off this chatter with an amused laugh. "Then mebbe I'd go to school a while," Tess kept on, "an' learn myself a lot out o' books, an' after that I'd take singin' lessons an' I'd sing to everybody what asked me Then mebbe " She dropped back for lack of words. "I wonder if that'd take the hull of the five thousand." Waldstricker stood up.
"I can't ever thank you all enough," she flung back hoarsely, tucking the whip into her coat pocket, "for giving me this chance at Waldstricker." Longman got up and opened the door and Tess stepped out into the storm, carrying Waldstricker's daughter. Deforrest Young was trying to calm his sister.
Elsie dropped her head against Tessibel, and clung to her skirt. "I want my mover," she burst out, crying. "Get even with Waldstricker, brat," said another voice. Tess raised her arm and glancing along the uplifted whip, again, she looked into Boy's eyes, and, as she gazed, the little face in the rafters receded, grew dimmer. She dropped the whip, and unmindful of the squatters, lifted her hands.
"Not unless Sandy helped you find him," Ebenezer replied genially. "You could do as you pleased about that." "Oh, Sandy couldn't help me, not a bit," Tess argued earnestly. "Sandy ain't liked any too well 'round here." "Well, manage it as you choose." Waldstricker smiled at his success with the girl. "I don't care for Sandy myself," he continued. "All I want is to get Andy Bishop."
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