Part 7 (2/2)
Astanding in the doorway, bobbing respectfully
”Coirl kindly, noting the pinched brown features ”Then I will talk to you”
A leer of thanks and gratitude spread over the ugly, wrinkled face, and the creature acted on the suggestion
”Can't you wait to see o with rounds this afternoon,” the woe to ets it”
The squaw ht little eyes Then, she said suddenly:
”So, you're the one he is in love with?” The girl, taken aback, bristled at the words and tone
”To whom do you refer?” she asked
”Captain McTavish Ha, you start and blush!+ Then, there are two sides of the hly angered, both by the wo at the mention of Donald McTavish's name, turned on her visitor sharply
”You will kindly keep to the ht you here, Maria,”
she said, ”and leave both myself and Captain McTavish out of it”
”I can leave you out of it, but not McTavish,” was the stolid reply
”What do you mean?”
”Ha, ha! That's it What do I mean? Sometimes I hardly know h But I warn you, pretty er at the girl ”Never marry hihtest intention of doing so,” returned the girl coldly; ”but I would like to knohy you say what you do, and why you wanted to see my father and tell him all this nonsense”
”Nonsense, you say!” The old woman chuckled ”No, it ain't nonsense
Your father knows sos aren't for the ears of young girls, particularly when they blush and grow angry at the mention of a man But he'll marry you if he can, stain or no stain That's a man's way”
Jean Fitzpatrick's hands wandered to her throat as though to ease her dress Her eyes ith wonder and her fear of soone out of her face Here they were again, these rumors that had disturbed her mind from time to time
But, now, they were almost definite--and they were not pleasant!
And her father knew I She had suspected the fact, and yet he had not told her anything, even denying his knowledge when forced to the point
What was it, this thing that was the prized property of a glittering-eyed Indian hag? She dared hear no o to her father himself, and find out She turned to the old wo her closely
”Maria,” she said, ”I will do what I can to have my father see you before you leave this afternoon If he will not, then youpossible has been done If he will see you, I'll send a boy to find you”
The squa enough of white etiquette to realize that this was a dismissal, and started toward the door
”He knows, he knows!” she croaked ”Tell him this time that there is money in it, and, if he won't see ”