Your face----"
I stamped my foot.
"What does my face matter?" I demanded. "I no longer care
for him, but I have ruined Miss Everett's couzin's play unless
he turns up. 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.
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