Am I to be
sent to Switzerland with that on my Soul?"
"Switzerland!" he said slowly. "Why, Bab, they're not going to do that,
are they? I--I don't want you so far away."
Dear Dairy, I am unsuspisious by nature, beleiving all mankind to be my
friends until proven otherwise. But there was a gloating look in Carter
Brooks' eyes as they turned on me.
"Carter!" I said, "you know where he is and you will not tell me. You
WISH to ruin him."
I was about to put my hand on his arm, but he drew away.
"Look here," he said. "I'll tell you somthing, but please keep back.
Because you look like smallpox to me. I was at the mill this morning.
I do not know anything about your Actor-friend. He's probably only
been run over or somthing. But I saw Beresford going in, and I--well, I
sugested that he'd better walk in on your father or he wouldn't get in.
It worked, Bab. HOW IT DID WORK! He went in and said he had come to ask
your father for somthing, and your father blew up by saying that he knew
about it, but that the world only owed a living to the man who would
hustle for it, and that he would not be forced to take any one he did
not want.
"And in to minutes Beresford hit him, and got a responce. It was a
Million dollars worth."
So he babbled on. But what were his words to me?
Dear Dairy, I gave no thought to the smallpox he had mentioned, although
fatle to the complexion. Or to the fight at the mill. I heard only
Adrian's possable tradgic fate. Sudenly I colapsed, and asked for a
drink of water, feeling horible, very wobbley and unable to keep my
knees from bending.
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