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She did not like it and she lay silent under the chill of it. "Stepmothers are AWFUL creatures," Mary went on. "I could make your blood run cold if I was to tell you all I know about 'em. The Wilson kids across the road from Wiley's had a stepmother. She was just as bad to 'em as Mrs. Wiley was to me. It'll be awful if you get a stepmother." "I'm sure we won't," said Una tremulously.
And yet, as a matter of fact, he was the same old laughing Wiley only now he did not laugh. It was not right, but it could not be helped. A long and weary month, full of vexatious delays and nerve-racking demands from his creditors, left its mark on Wiley's face; but in six weeks the mine and mill were running.
One April evening, after a stroll with Eda, Janet reached home about nine o'clock to find Lise already in their room, to remark upon the absence of Mr. Wiley's picture from the frame. "I'm through with him," Lise declared briefly, tugging at her hair. "Through with him?" Janet repeated. Lise paused in her labours and looked at her sister steadily. "I handed him the mit do you get me?" "But why?"
"I remember about Aunt Mary Crumpett's telling me of the trouble her husband had with his prisoner in the days before the trial," his wife replied. "He had those crazy-spells often, nights. He kept yelling that he saw Martin Wiley's head with its peculiar hair, and his face peering in at him through the cell window.
What on earth are you driving at, Harrington?" "Just this!" His partner strode quickly to the desk and bent down, staring significantly into Wiley's eyes. "That's your program, is it? Well, go ahead and carry it out!" "Sounds good!" Wiley chuckled, sneeringly. "Perhaps you'll be good enough to produce Tia Juana, so that I can start the ball rolling!" "I will," Harrington Chase responded quietly.
It would be delightful to add that the rector was as charming as his abode; but Beechhurst did not call itself happy in its pastor at this moment the Rev. Askew Wiley. Mr. Wiley's immediate predecessor the Rev. John Hutton had been a pattern for country parsons.
He knew her tracks well and, among the broad brogans of the miners, they stood out like the footprints of a fairy. Wiley's heart leapt up in his breast and then it stood still. Had she come as an enemy or a friend? He followed her trail to where it had been trampled out by the watchman in making his regular rounds; and then, below the mill, he picked it up again as it went on down the path.
But if Virginia was still a Huff, remembering past treacheries and living in the expectancy of more, the Widow cast aside all petty heart-burnings in her joy at the humiliation of Stiff Neck George. Leaving Virginia in the kitchen, to fry Wiley's steak, she rushed into the dining-room with her eyes ablaze and all but shook his hand.
The rifle and cartridge belt, Wiley's pistol and the sack of food, were fetched and placed in his hands; and then at the end the Colonel produced the flask of whiskey which had been slightly diluted with water. "Now," he said, "we will drink a toast, my far-faring-knight of the desert. Shall it be that first toast: 'The Ladies God bless them! or "
Wiley's insinuations against Kearn Thode she had dismissed utterly from her thoughts, but his renewed taunt of the morning filled her in spite of herself with dread foreboding. Could fate have indeed been playing with her after all, and was it possible that Wiley held within his hands the strings of her future destiny? She was Willa Murdaugh, of course.
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