It was an aspiration he had uttered often before in his greed for gold and his impatience of his father’s restraints, and no thought came to him that it would be granted soon.
Rejoicing in his good luck at finding Floy’s hiding-place at last, he waited most impatiently for the close of the beautiful June day that he might sally forth on his dastardly errand.
The sun set in a blaze of golden glory, and the young moon rose over the tree-tops, shedding a tender amber light upon the quiet, resting world.
As soon as he could get away unobserved, Otho took the lonely road toward Suicide Place.
“She cannot escape me now, my pretty Floy!” he muttered.
CHAPTER XXV.
HOW THOSE TENDER LETTERS TO ANOTHER MUST HAVE STABBED MAYBELLE’S HEART!
“Oh, my darling, a whole life-time of devotion shall teach you the strength of my love. Your life with me, my bonny bride, shall be a dream of bliss.”
Floy’s big, starry-blue eyes glowed like blue jewels in the dusk as she read aloud the tender words of her lover’s letter.
Then she pressed her rosy lips to the page as fondly as though it had been the handsome face of her absent love.