The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1936-09-17
CHAPTER XIII

sleepy ut 1aSIs Dut Sne cOulu not steep. |
A car drove away; and Bee crept |
from the room, closed the door care
fully behind her, and waited at the top
of the stairs. Agnes did not appear;
and there was no sound below. eAg-
mes! Agnes!" Bee called cautiously;
and for a moment she had the fear
that her sister had driven away with
O'Mara. "Agnesl"
Agnes turned from the door where
she had stood since he left her. She
heard Bee at last, and looked up and
saw her.
She went slowly, almost as II with
difficulty; and indeed. difficulties as
sailed her. but she did not feel them
MS her own. For herself, she felt no
doubt at ALL She was detiantly, ex-
ultIngly sure--of herself, and of him.
agnes, what have you done?"
"Donei" said Agnes breathlessly.
what I'll never. never undo-what-
ever anybody says. Bee. I've told
Cathal O'Mara I'll marry him.
Her sister seized her. "What2 -.
Agnes!"
YES" whispered Agnes, Il told him.
That's what did. But he fears |
don't know what mean. That's why
he's gone away" ;.
"What are you talking about? Come
Into my room." begged Bee, before she
remembered Davis Just beyond her
door. No: yours" said said to her
sister; and Agnes followed her into her
own room.
Now. tell me-" the Dark One COM
manded.
"For two weeks" said Agnes con-
| fusedly, ''he means to stay away.
We're not to see each other; he won't
come here. He won't even call me-"
"Why?"
$50 I'll have the time to myself to
be surer,"
do you need to be surer?' Bee asked.
Look at me, Agnes :. oh, damn It,
you've got 1t! You've got 1t -. And
never hadl And I've my third child
/ within me.
.I've got him yet. I'm glad of that,
/ you know. Don't your !. He knows.
I've made him know! :. ]. He tried to
Kill himself-for me. But you,
Agnes; you go ahead To hell with
everything elsel Be happy-happy
Happy. tell you'll"
/ Daylight laid upon Agnes no dismay.
| Through hours after Bee had returned
to Davis, Agnes lay awake; but she
had slept at last, to rouse to objects
that showed again their sharp edges
to glares and to shadows.
She shut her eyes again and curlet
to relive the enjoyment OF his arms
about her for the moment before hi
had put her away from him-when
though he held her and she clung t
him, his own faith had failed him. Fol
he knew that 1t must bet was, II
some degree at least, the world OF 9th
ers that they must live In; and nj
desperate denials OF his own, evel
though she joined In them, could screel
that world away.
Jeb called up. And Ii was strang
to talk to him and never to Cathal
Stranger still that he, and neve
Cathal, came to the house. But sh
kept herself from Jeb's hands.
Her father was involved again I
Davis affairs; and Jeb again-and ur
known to Davis, Agnes hoped-wa
helping him salvage something.
Every other day, 1t seemed, Cathal
accorded the new respect; for he spok
t OF men accused, or about to be put 0
, trial, who too recently Ind ruled.
Queerly and pleasantly, on unsun
moned occasions through these lon
t listless days, she recollected everythin
: he had said to her. from the very frs
9 and with a clarity and completeness {
G IL. at the time, she had memorized
SO on one day-it was the ninth /,
@ the ordeal OF the fourteen-she r
+ called how he had told her that h
grandfather had died In the Cold Sto
age fire In the Fair Of 90.
. 1t had meant nothing to her; b
# now she inquired Of 1t, and the ne
afternoon she was In the Tribul
Il tower, asking to see the files Of Il
!. paper for July, 1893. SO there, up
the brittle and yellowed page, she rel
his name-Cathal Martin O'Mara; a.
she read what that Cathal omar
~ nearly forty years ago. had dared a
done, and how he had died. And
) wife, who had been young then, h
Y had to look on.
"a Winnie, that was. Winnie, who h
"a been at the trial
Agnes went out to taxi.
a. Winnie, on this afternoon, was hol
20 alone. as she often was, and especla
! on the afternoons Of Tuesday and +
~ day, for then she baked. Bread, III
and next cakes.
Ia. She timed this baking to the scho
bells which, at half-past three, wo
r. ring their release to the little girls 8
b'ys.
in she stirred great bowl OF smo
golden batter, did Winnie, and
poured scant half Of 1t Into the
round tin for the family cake.
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