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He gained on her rapidly, and presently a voice hailed her gayly: "The top o' the mornin' to you, Miss 'Lissie." She drew up to wait for him. "My name is still Miss Lee," she told him mildly, by way of correction. "I'm glad it is, but we can change it in three minutes at any time, my dear," he laughed. She had been prepared to be more friendly toward him, but at this she froze again.
With a quick turn of the body she tried to escape. "No use. I'm going through with this, 'Lissie. Someone has been lying to you about me, and just now you hate the ground I walk on. Good enough. That's got nothing to do with this. You're a woman that needs help, and any old time J. F. meets up with such a one he's on the job.
Willard Bond. "Held its breath," is really not quite accurate, for Ben, the colored butler, and 'Lissie, the colored cook, found much reason for strenuous respiration, as Mrs. Judson and her rocker, with pillows, blankets and the ever present afghan, weighed two hundred and eight pounds-one hundred and eighty pounds of woman, twenty-eight pounds of accessories!
"The one about Peter Pan," said Henrietta. "No! Tell us a new one about the piruts," cried Wilberforce. "A ghost story, 'Lissie," chimed in Harold, aged five. "Scare me good and hard, so's I can sleep with Freddy to-night." "It's not the right kind of a night for a ghost story," said Melissa, her eyes going over the group with a strange, sweet compassion in their depths.
Jack, returning from his room, where he had left the box of gold locked up, waited on the porch to see who this might be. The horseman proved to be the man Norris, or Boone, and in a thoroughly bad temper, as Jack soon found out. "Have you see anything of 'Lissie Lee?" he demanded immediately. "Miss Lee has just left me. She has gone to her room," answered Flatray quietly.
He had never seen her take so much time in making sure or be so fussy about her personal safety. Safely on the ledge again, she attempted a second time to dismiss him. "Thank you, Mr. Flatray. I won't take any more of your time." He looked at her steadily before he spoke. "You're mighty high-heeled, 'Lissie. You know my name ain't Mr. Flatray to you. What's it all about?
When his chance came he offered to betray these men to the law, in exchange for a pardon for his own sneaking hide. The letter was found, and it was proved he wrote it. What ought those men to have done to him, Miss 'Lissie?" "I don't know." She shuddered. "There's got to be law, even in a place like this. We make our own laws, and the men that stay here have got to abide by them.
"I was afraid of you," she confided cheerfully. "Am I so awesome?" "It's your reputation, you know. You're quite a dragon. I'm told you gobble a new railroad every morning for breakfast." "'Lissie," her father warned. "Let her alone," the great man laughed. "Miss Lee is going to give me the privilege of hearing the truth about myself." "But I'm asking.
"You broke for the brush where your horse was and galloped away." "Got a right good look at me, did you?" "Not at your face. But I knew. You were wearing this blue silk handkerchief." Her finger indicated the one bound around her ankle. "So on that evidence you decide I'm a rustler, and you've only known me thirteen years. You're a good friend, 'Lissie." Her eyes blazed on him like live coals.
And out of his troubled heart he had answered, "Beats me, 'Lissie." "They've sent for the officers. Jack Flatray is on the way himself. So is Sheriff Burke," volunteered Alan gloomily. "Getting right busy, ain't they?" Norris sneered. Again Lee glanced quickly at Norris. "I reckon, Phil, we better drive that bunch of sheep down to water right away. I clean forgot them this mo'ning." "Sure."
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