The Secret of the Storm Country — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Secret of the Storm Country
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Charmed by her beauty and the sweetness of her voice, the sheriff
glanced doubtfully from the frowning elder to the lawyer.
"Mebbe it isn't quite regular, but if Mr. Young says it'll be alright,
I'm willing," he decided finally.
Young nodded, and Tess rose and started toward the stairs. Passing Sandy
and Waldstricker, she had to draw aside her skirts to avoid touching
them.
The dwarf, seated on the floor beside Boy, was mending a train of cars
when Tessibel's white face appeared at the door.
"Andy," she said, trying to speak calmly. "Remember about the hands
stronger'n Waldstricker's? Nobody can hurt you. But--but--"
At her hesitation the little man scrambled to his feet. He'd heard men's
voices from the room below but had paid no particular attention. Now, he
knew the long-dreaded calamity'd happened. He looked pitifully up at the
speaker.
"They've come for me?" he gasped.
"Yes, dear, and you must go. But remember all the time, God's hands're
stronger'n Waldstricker's," repeated Tess. "Nothing can hurt you....
Come, dear."
A few moments later, the three of them entered the living room, but
stopped short at the sound of the elder's angry voice.
"I'll send you and your squatter woman to Auburn with him, if you don't
look out," he said.
"Do what you please," snapped the lawyer.
Holding the dwarf's hand, Tess went directly to the sheriff.
"Here's Andy, sir," she faltered. "Be awful kind to him, please, sir.
He's so little!"
Still dry-eyed and showing a quiet dignity, she stepped to Young's side
while the sheriff adjusted the handcuffs to himself and to Andy and led
him out into the sunshine.
At the door, Waldstricker allowed Letts to precede him, then turned.
Shaking his fist, he threatened, "I'll get you two, next."
"Very well," Young answered. "Do anything you like, only get out ...
now."
The sound of retreating footsteps had hardly died away when Tess dropped
into a chair and began to cry, the baby wailing in sympathy. Deforrest
put his hands on her shoulders.
"There, there, Tess, you musn't do that! Dress yourself and Boy quickly.
We're going to Auburn, too."
* * * * *
The gates of Auburn Prison swung slowly back and admitted a party of
six people and, clanging, closed together again. Large-eyed with wonder,
Boy clung to Professor Young's right hand, at whose other side walked
Tessibel Skinner. In front of them between two officers was little Andy.
Once, Tess caught his eyes and smiled at him. Both were certain that
somewhere up and beyond were the hands stronger'n Waldstricker's, but
they'd hoped those pitying hands would have lifted them up before this.
Still they clung to their faith and all the long ride from Ithaca had
bolstered each other up with wan smiles and comforting promises.