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"The guilty are ever in dread, and the false always in fear of betrayal," said Mr. Dinneford. "I can make no terms with you for any antecedent reward. The child must be in my possession and his parentage clearly proved before I give you a dollar. As to what may follow to yourself, your safety will lie in your own silence.
"All this means a great deal more than you have counted on," she said, in a voice that betrayed some little feeling. "To throw a tender baby out like that is a hard thing. I am afraid " "There, there! no more of that," returned Mrs. Dinneford, impatiently. "It's ugly work, I own, but it had to be done like cutting off a diseased limb.
Dinneford could not wait. At seventeen she was thrust into society, set up for sale to the highest bidder, her condition nearer that of a Circassian than a Christian maiden, with her mother as slave-dealer. So it was and so, it is. You may see the thing every day. But it did not come out according to Mrs. Dinneford's programme.
"Where's that Pete?" with a sound like the crack of a whip. The boy he had been beating in his drunken fury, and who did not seem to be much hurt, came forward from the crowd, and taking him by the hand, led him away. "Who is this blind man? I have seen him before," said Mr. Dinneford.
"I don't know any other way, unless you go to the chief yourself," replied Mrs. Bray, coolly. "There is no protection in cases like this except through the law. Without police interference, you are wholly in this woman's power." Mrs. Dinneford grew very pale. "It is always dangerous," went on Mrs. Bray, "to have anything to do with people of this class.
He wished to see me." "Did you go?" "Yes." "What did he want?" Freeling took a deep breath, and sighed. His manner was troubled. "What did he want?" Mrs. Dinneford repeated the question. "He's as sane as you or I," said Freeling. "Is he? Oh, very well! Then let him go to the State's prison." Mrs. Dinneford said this with some bravado in her manner. But the color did not come back to her face.
Dinneford waited for some moments, looking at her with a tender concern, before speaking. "Where have you been, my dear?" he asked, at length. After a little hesitation, Edith told her father about her visit to Briar street and the shock she had received. "You were wrong," he answered, gravely. "It is most fortunate for you that you took the child's advice and called at the mission.
Dinneford was concealed behind the curtain and sat down. "It had large brown eyes?" said Edith, a yearning tenderness in her voice. "Yes, and a finely-formed bead, showing good parentage," returned the father. "Didn't you find out who the women were the two bad women the little girl told me about? If we had their names, the police could find them. The little girl's mother must know who they are."
Dinneford of the missionary, at their next meeting, in a voice that revealed his utter despair of a remedy. "To me it seems as if nothing but fire could purify this region." "The causes that have produced this would soon create another as bad," was answered. "What are the causes?" "The primary cause," said Mr.
Dinneford," she said, at last, in a voice so strange and hard that it seemed to his ears as if another had spoken. All passion had died out of it. He waited, but she added nothing more. After a long silence she waved her hand slightly, and without looking at her husband, said, "I would rather be alone." Mr.
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