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Some of this was explained to Montague by a young lady, who, as the evening wore on, came in and placed herself beside him. "My name is Betty Wyman," she said, "and you and I will have to be friends, because Ollie's my side partner." Montague had to meet her advances; so had not much time to speculate as to what the term "side partner" might be supposed to convey.
"I see right now that I will have to take care of you always always, Daddy Jim." The smile suddenly left the man's face. "Where's Ollie Stewart? Didn't he come home with you?" "Ollie's at home, I suppose. I have been up to the Lookout talking to Pete." "Ain't Ollie goin' back to the city to-morrow?" "No, not to-morrow; the next day. He's coming over here to-morrow afternoon. Then he's going away."
"You say that you and Morgan didn't act right," said Hammer, not satisfied with a statement that might leave the jurymen the labor of conjecture. "Do you mean to say that there were improper relations between you? that you were, in a word, unfaithful to your husband, Isom Chase?" Ollie's pale face grew scarlet; she hung her head. "Yes," she answered, in voice shamed and low.
Ollie's objection to their calling at the mill, his evident embarrassment at the meeting, and something in Young Matt's voice that hinted at a double meaning in his simple words, all told her that there was something beneath the surface which she did not understand.
There was a little quick start as he came suddenly to the kitchen door; a hurried stir of feet. As he stepped upon the porch he saw Morgan in the door, Ollie not a yard behind him, their hands just breaking their clasp. Joe knew in his heart that Morgan had been holding her in his arms. Ollie's face was flushed, her hair was disturbed.
Night found Kate sitting on the back porch at Aunt Ollie's with a confused memory of having stood beside the little stream with her hand in George Holt's while she assented to the questions of a Justice of the Peace, in the presence of the School Director and Mrs. Holt.
The prosecutor had challenged her, and, he argued, what she had to say must be in justification of both herself and Joe. He stood up quickly, and demanded that Ollie Chase be put under oath and brought to the witness-stand. Ollie's mother had hold of her hand, looking up into her face in great consternation, begging her to sit down and keep still.
A new world turned its bright colors before his eyes, a new breadth of life had been revealed, it seemed to him. In the pleasure of his discovery he stood with no power in him but to tremble and stare. The flush deepened in Ollie's cheeks. She understood what was moving in his breast, for it is given to her kind to know man before he knows himself.
The other men who had watched with Sol around Isom's bier had gone off to dig a grave for the dead, after the neighborly custom there. As quick as her thought, Ollie's eyes sought the spot where Isom's blood had stood in the worn plank beside the table. The stain was gone.
Tell him I wish he was dead and in hell, where he belongs, and I'm sorry I didn't send him there! What do I care about Isom, or you, or anybody else, you spy, you sneaking spy!" "I'll go with you to the road if you want to see if he's there," Joe offered. Ollie's fall from the sanctified place of irreproachable womanhood had divested her of all awe in his eyes.
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