Southern States -- History -- 1865-1877 -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
"Oh, only for a very little while--I am going off about a little
business for a short time. I expect to be back very soon."
"Ah! I heard--I am glad to hear that you are coming back." She was
manifestly embarrassed, and Keith was wondering more and more what she
wanted of him. "I just wanted to say good-by. I am going away." She was
fumbling at her wrap. "And to tell you I have changed my business. I'm
not goin' to keep a dance-house any longer."
"I am glad of that," said Keith, and then stuck fast again.
"I don't think a girl ought to keep a dance-house or a bank?"
"No; I agree with you. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know; I thought of trying a milliner. I know right smart about
hats; but I'd wear all the pretty ones and give all the ugly ones away,"
she said, with a poor little smile. "And it might interfere with Mrs.
Gaskins, and she is a widder. So I thought I'd go away. I thought of
being a nurse--I know a little about that. I used to be about the
hospital at my old home, and I've had some little experience since." She
was evidently seeking his advice.
"You saved my life," said Keith. "Dr. Balsam says you are a born nurse."
She put this by without comment, and Keith went on.
"Where was your home?"
"Grofton."
"Grofton? You mean in England? In the West Country?"
She nodded. "Yes. I was the girl the little lady gave the doll to. You
were there. Don't you remember? I ran away with it. I have it now--a
part of it. They broke it up; but I saved the body."
Keith's eyes opened wide.
"That Lois Huntington gave it to?"
"Yes. I heard you were going to be married?" she said suddenly.
"I! Married! No! No such good luck for me." His laugh had an unexpected
tone of bitterness in it. She gave him a searching glance in the dusk,
and presently began again haltingly.
"I want you to know I am never going back to that any more."
"I am glad to hear it."
"You were the first to set me to thinkin' about it."
"I!"
"Yes; I want to live straight, and I'm goin' to."
"I am sure you are, and I cannot tell you how glad I am," he said
cordially.
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