thrilled her; here was the last of
her kin; he was intrusting to her, as his sole dependence, the mission
of saving his pride and his fortunes. Her tear-wet eyes pledged him her
devoted loyalty.
"God bless you!" he said.
"And may God help me," she added fervently. Impulse was irresistible.
She succumbed. She dropped the staff and ran to the old man and threw
her arms convulsively about his neck and kissed him.
"I'm sorry," she faltered, stepping back. "I'm afraid I startled you."
"No," he told her, after a moment of reflection, "I guess I rather
expected you'd do that before you went away. Some more of that whim,
maybe! When do you think of leaving?"
"I'd like to go at once. I cannot stay any longer in this village."
"You'd best get to my drivers as soon as the Three C's slander does."
He shouted at a door and old Dick appeared.
"Move spry now!" commanded the master. "Have Jeff hitch the big bays
into the jumper. And Jeff will be able to tend and do for me whilst
you're away. For here's the job I'm sending you on. Take this young
woman north to the drive. She's tending to some business for me. See to
it that she's taken good care of. And bring her back when she feels
that she's ready to come."
"Am I to come here--back to your house to-to----" she faltered.
"To report? Of course you are!" He was suddenly curt and cold after his
softness of the moment before. He looked as if he were impatient for her
to be gone.
"Have Dick stop at the tavern for your belongings."
"There's only a small bag, sir."
"If you're short of clothes--well, I advise you to wear Latisan's cap
and jacket. They'll keep you warm--and they'll keep you--reminded!" He
put much meaning in his emphasis of the last word.
She bowed her head humbly; the clutch at her throat would not permit her
to reply to him. Then, bearing with her the Flagg scepter, she went out
to where the horses were being put to the jumper.
When he was alone the old man laid his hand on the Bible at his side.
For a long time he gazed straight ahead, deep in his ponderings. Then he
opened the volume and leaved the pages until he came to the family
register, midway in the book. After the New England custom, there were
inscribed in faded ink the names of the Flaggs who had been born, the
names of those who had died, the records of the marriages. Echford
Flagg's father had begun the register; the son had continued it. Across
the marriage record of Alfred Ken
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