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Teola stood with the long wooden spoon twirling in her fingers. "I did want you for yourself, Dan " And then she stopped and nothing could be heard but the click, click, click, of the toffy as it snapped to and fro in the huge fingers of the student. "I'm mighty glad that I chose Cornell for my college," broke in the boy presently.
Her gaze took in sneeringly the shrinking form of Teola, and the arm of the student encircling his sister's waist. For one instant she hated them both with all the strength of her half-savage nature. Still, no thought came of breaking her promise. "Ye can both go to hell," she ended distinctly. A fierce cry from Frederick closed her lips, and the anger within her changed to terror.
Teola moaned long, muttering loving messages to the child cuddled in Tessibel's arms. She loved it, but could not bring it home yet! At last sleep, a deep, fatigued sleep, enveloped her. She was too tired to dream. After Tess was alone, she made ready for bed. The child whimpered drowsily. The squatter lifted it up with infinite tenderness, binding the rags more closely about the scrawny body.
Reaching out, she touched her brother's arm. "Frederick, come home with me. This is awful awful!" "I don't want to go home," sobbed the boy, in pitiful abandon. "I didn't know anything could be so hard to bear. And I loved her faith and her character and her beautiful face.... Oh, I love her, I love her, Teola!"
"Why! he air been dead a long time, ain't he?" "Yes; six months." "And ye air a-lovin' him yet?" "Yes." "But he air dead," philosophized Tess. "He ain't with no other girl." Teola shivered violently. "Oh, I know that; I know that. But I I need him. I want him so!" "But he air dead," said Tess again steadily. For many minutes neither spoke.
Ye ain't goin' yet!" "The doctor says I am very ill here." Teola placed her hand upon her chest. "I've had three hemorrhages. People ill like I am never get well. I don't want to either," she ended brokenly. She looked so forlorn, so thin and ill that Tess went awkwardly to her. "I takes care of the brat if ye goes before him," said she.
"I air a-prayin' every day," said Tess, with a lump in her throat, "that ye be taken with the brat to the sky to the brat's pa what ye loves.... Air that the prayin' ye wants?" Teola nodded, and Tess, smiling tenderly, hesitated, and whispered: "The student's God can do anything He wants to. Asks Him to let ye go 'cause ye be sick, and the brat air sick, too, and the winter'll be cold for him."
This fell reverently from the lips of the girl. Faith in Frederick rather than faith in God had given birth to her believing soul. But neither girl realized it. Both were silent for some minutes. Teola was looking dreamily at the opposite hill, the basket with its precious burden already hanging on the squatter's arm.
"I tried to throw myself from the rocks, over there, but the water was so silent, blue and terrible, that I couldn't." "Ye be comin' with me," insisted Tess stolidly. She was urging her forward, holding Teola by both arms. "I can't! I can't! Leave me here I am so ill! I am going to die!" "Ye air to come," commanded Tess. "And, if ye will, I'll lug ye when ye can't walk.
The distance between Teola and Tessibel widened perceptibly. Neither girl attempted to speak, and the student smiled at the embarrassment upon his sister's face. He made to go toward her. "You needn't mind being here, dear," he said in a low tone. "I don't believe as Father and Mother do. I shouldn't ask for you to be in a better place than this hut."
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