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Updated: June 13, 2025
Why, Buck, he's been on the Cardigan pay-roll thirty years, and I only fired him in order to reform him. Well, last week I sent one of Mac's old friends down to Willits purposely to call on him and invite him out 'for a time'; but Mac wouldn't drink with him. No, sir, he couldn't be tempted.
Harry hesitated, then he asked: "And so what Uncle George told me about Mr. Willits is true?" Kate looked at him furtively as if afraid to read his thoughts and for reply bowed her head in assent. "Didn't he love you enough?" There was a certain reproach in his tone, as if no one could love this woman enough to satisfy her. "Yes." "What was the matter then?
The familiar words formed themselves upon the girl's lips before the message of the tune reached her brain and brought her, breathless, to her feet. He was coming so soon! Panic seized her. Her hand flew to her heart she would hide in the school-room, anywhere! Then she remembered Willits' postscript, the postscript which she had thought so needless. Her hand fell to her side. The panic died.
When the eggnog was being served and the guests were broken up into knots and groups, all discussing the beauty of the reading, she suddenly left Willits, who had followed her every move as if he had a prior right to her person, and going up to St. George, led him out of the room to one of the sofas in Richard's study, her lips quivering, the undried tears still trembling on her eyelids.
Some sinners in that congregation, thought Willits, had undoubtedly been bearing false witness, and were now listening to a few plain words! Cautiously he glanced around, almost expecting to see the tale of guilt and sorrow legibly imprinted upon some culprit's face. But no one seemed at all disturbed, save one old lady who glared back at him an unmistakable "Thou art the man!"
I am twice your age and have had many experiences of this kind, and I would neither ask you to do a dishonorable thing nor would I permit you to do it if I could prevent it. Make a square, manly apology to Harry." Willits gazed at him with a certain ill-concealed contempt on his face. He was at the time loosening the white silk scarf about his throat in preparation for the expected encounter.
As long as Harry remained at home and within reach any number of things might happen even a return of the old love. With the scapegrace half-way around the world some other man might have a chance Willits, especially, who had proved himself in every way worthy of his daughter, and who would soon be one of the leading lawyers of the State if he kept on.
But it was all over Willits would live there would be a reconciliation everything would be forgiven and everything forgotten. All these thoughts crowded close in his mind as he rushed up the stairs two steps at a time to where his sweetheart lay moaning out her heart. He tapped lightly and her old black mammy opened the door on a crack.
"What buzzard?" asked Harry, glancing over the letters on the mantel in the forlorn hope of finding one from Kate. "Why, Gadgem and that is the last you will ever see of him." "Why? has father paid him?" he asked in a listless way, squeezing Dandy's nose thrust affectionately into his hand his mind still on Kate. Now that Willits was with her, as every one said, she would never write him again.
Without me constantly with her, the fear of her mother, perhaps the doubt of me, the burden of the whole disastrous secret was too much. And it was my fault, Willits all my fault!" He turned to the window to hide his working face. "Do you wonder," he added softly, "that her poor little wraith comes back to trouble me?" "Come, come, no need to be morbid! You made a mistake, but you have paid.
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