"Come and get warm, dear," she said. "You've had a long ride, haven't you?... Why, what's the matter, Madelene?" Mrs. Graves dropped into a chair. "I'm so awfully unhappy," she cried, "and Frederick's as mean as he can be.... I hate that Skinner girl!" Mrs. Waldstricker dropped her work into her lap. Ebenezer looked at his sister critically. "What's she done to you now?" he asked, without waiting for his wife to speak. Madelene flung up an angry, flushed face. "She's done enough! I hate her and always shall. She sent for Frederick to come down there--and he went--" "Are you sure?" asked Mrs. Waldstricker, in a shocked voice. "Of course I'm sure! I'm not in the habit of saying things I'm not sure of, Helen. I might have known when people told me he was in love with that squatter it was true." [Illustration: "HUSH!" HE CRIED, "HAVEN'T YOU ANY HEART?"] Her loud, angry voice reached Frederick as he entered the room. The frown deepened on his brow. He looked at his brother-in-law for a minute. He never remembered being so angry before. "Madelene has told a direct falsehood when she says Tessibel Skinner sent for me," he said. "She did not!" "But I found him in her shanty, Ebenezer dear," thrust in Madelene, "and she's a wicked, little huzzy." "Hush!" cried Frederick, white-lipped. "I won't hush, so there!" screamed his wife. "I won't! I won't!... And, Ebenezer, she's bad, she is! She's going to have a--" Frederick wheeled around desperately. Madelene was placing him at the extreme of his endurance. Human nature could bear no more. "Oh, my God, such a woman!" he exclaimed. "There, you see!" gasped Madelene. "He won't listen to a thing against her, and he's been acting as guilty as he could all the way home.... No wonder I don't believe a word he says!" Mrs. Waldstricker picked up her work, folded it, and laid it on the table. "But, Madelene, it's so bewildering," she exclaimed. "Tell us, dear, just what happened." Between sobs and tears Madelene went over the trial she had passed through, and continued, "While we were abroad, I thought there was something the matter with him, and I know one day he got a letter. He wouldn't let me see it, though I begged him to. Now, I know it was from her!" The speaker flung about upon her sister-in-law. "If you could have seen her today, Helen, the shameless thing! She didn't even have the grace to say she was sorry for anything she'd done." "She probably wasn't," monotoned Waldstricker. Then he looked directly at his wife. "I've often argued with your brother about those squatters. They're a pest to the county. Deforrest--" "Oh, don't blame Deforrest, Ebenezer," Helen interjected agitatedly. "He's so good at heart, and he did all he could for the little Skinner girl. I know there's some mistake. I'll go down and see her tomorrow." Waldstricker got up heavily. "You'll do no such thing," he retorted. "_Don't dare_ go near--her!" Helen flushed at her husband's tone.