Kent Knowles: Quahaug

by Joseph Crosby Lincoln

She looked at me oddly. And when she spoke her answer surprised me.

“You are mistaken,” she said. “I have other—relatives. Good-by, Mr. Knowles.”

She was on her way to the door.

“But, Frances,” I cried, “you are not going. Wait. Hephzy will be here any moment. Don't go.”

She shook her head.

“I must go,” she said. At the door she turned and looked back.

“Good-by,” she said, again. “Good-by, Kent.”

She had gone and when I reached the door she had turned the corner of the corridor.

When Hephzy came I told her of the visit and what had taken place.

“That's queer,” said Hephzy. “I can't think what she meant. I don't know of any other relatives she's got except Strickland Morley's tribe. And they threw him overboard long, long ago. I can't understand who she meant; can you, Hosy?”