CHAPTER XX
WILLIAM MENIRE'S RED-LETTER DAY
The crowd pressed close to the door of William's shop, but no one dared to enter. Ralph followed close upon his heels, still wondering and fearing. William lifted the flap of his counter and opened the door of the living-room beyond. No sooner had he done so than his heart gave a sudden bound. Ruth Penlogan came forward with pale face and eyes full of tears.
William's little plan had succeeded. Ruth was present to receive her brother. William tried to speak, but his voice failed him, and with a sudden rush of tears he turned back into the shop, closing the door behind him.
Ruth fell on her brother's neck, and began to sob. He led her to a large, antiquated sofa, and sat down by her side. He did not speak. He could wait till she had recovered herself. She dried her eyes at length and looked up into his face.
"You did not expect to see me here?" she questioned.
"No, I did not, Ruth; but where is mother?"
"Has he not told you?"
"Told me? She is not dead, is she?"
"No, no. She would be happier if she were. Oh, Ralph, it breaks my heart. I wish we had all died when father was taken."