Love stories; New Mexico -- Fiction; Western stories
"But you forget, Mr. Conrad, that the man had no intention of doing
these things, and that probably he involved himself in as much financial
disaster as he did others. I've heard of the case before; I knew some
people once who--were concerned in it--who lost money by it--and I've
always understood that the failure was due more to Delafield's sanguine
temperament and over-confidence in his plans than to any deliberate
wrongdoing. Don't you think, Mr. Conrad, that killing is a rather severe
punishment for mistakes of judgment?"
He answered with the rapid speech and quick gestures he was wont to use
when under the stress of strong feeling. "I can't take that lenient view
of the case, Miss Dent. My conviction is that he got some money out of
the affair, though not as much as he is generally supposed to have
taken, and ran away with it. I've studied the case pretty thoroughly,
and I've trailed him along from one place to another for years. I'm hot
on his tracks now; and he knows it. I've followed him into New Mexico,
and I know he's somebody in this Territory, prosperous and respectable.
He can't escape me much longer."
She had been thinking intently as she studied the expression of his
face. "It's not worth while to try argument or persuasion with him;
opposition would only make him obstinate," was her conclusion. Her
manner was as composed as usual, and only her eyes showed a trace of
anxiety as she spoke, slowly and thoughtfully, her gaze searching his
countenance:
"Well, if you say you are going to take revenge upon him in this savage
way I suppose you will do it--if that chin of yours means anything. You
haven't asked my opinion, but I'm going to tell you anyway that it seems
to me unwise and unjust and most unworthy of you to allow such an idea
to become the obsession that this one has. But I want to know how you
managed to keep your family together. That was a wonderful thing for a
boy of fifteen to do."
"Oh, I don't deserve so much credit for it. Of course, I couldn't have
done it without help. Our guardian wanted to distribute us children
around among the relatives; but I wouldn't have it that way, and begged
so hard that at last he gave in. Two of my father's cousins lent money
enough to pay off the mortgage on our home, on our guardian's
representation that he should be able to save enough out of the wreck to
pay it back in time. He did so; and we children kept a roof over our
heads.
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