Distance had only drawed the ends of the love-knot, unitin’ their souls all the tighter. They couldn’t be ontwisted now by the hands of a Martin—no, indeed!
Martin wuz dretful good to me. He see that Alice loved me and brightened up considerable in my presence. And that would have made Miss Belzebub welcome.
And Adrian, how he did hang round me, sweet little creeter that he wuz!
Yes, Alice wuz the same, and Martin wuz the same as before his trip. He kep’ right on in the same old roteen of money-makin’, and money-savin’, and obstinacy, and sotness, and ambition, and etcetery.
I found that out only a few mornin’s after I got there.
I happened to take up a daily paper, and I read a piece in it about a horrible axident that had took place right there in the city a few days before—two children killed, and the driver of the car had died from the effects of the horrow and remorse he had experienced in causin’ the death of the two children.
Died! when the poor creeter wuz no more guilty than a babe for it. He wuzn’t no more guilty than the spokes in the wheels. They all wuz run by another’s orders.
As I sed, I wuz so horrified by it, that I felt that mad him or not, I must tackle Martin about the matter.
And I found that he wuz as stiffnecked and rambellous as a iron-clad about it.
And we had a number of words.