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brightness out of the girl. They were
trying to educate her up to them. I've
seen her crying when she thought
nobody knew. And yet she wasn't the
kind to be untrue to.her word. She'd
promised Mr. James, and she meant
to' keep her word.
They used to tell her little things
at the table. "Don't hold your-fork so
low down, Miss Ryland." "Soup
should be drunk from the side,' not
from the point of 'the spoon." "Do'not
cut your bread break it. And re
member never to ask for butter at
dinner." And ten minutes later Mr:
James would be begging her pardon
and pleading with her to stay.
She used to confide in me a little,
and sometimes she'd stop in when I
was polishing the silver and speak to
.me. And she-knew that I knew.
It was aftec'a couple of months' of
this that I heard ,Mrs. Stacey say to
her son that Miss Polly would never
do for a wife for him. "She would
make a capital helpmate for Wil
liam," she said, "but not for you, my
dear. Come, now, be a "man. and con
quer your infatuation. Will you?"
Half an hour later Mr. James came
out, looking very white and shaky,
and asked for Miss Polly. I knew then
that he had been won overhand the
pair of them were going to turn her
out into the street. Because ofcourse
she. had never accepted a penny from
them and never would, and she had
no place to go to. But I wasn't going
to let her leave that night.
"Miss Ryland has a headache, Mr.
James," I said. "I heard her telling
Mrs. Simmons that she was going to
"All right, tomorrow . will do, I
guess," he said, and went away with
a sort of relieved air about him.
But what I lad said was a lie, be
cause at that moment Miss Ryland
was sitting in my pantry, where I'd
been telling her about my home, and
how it was near to hers,,and I'd make
her laugh, with my stories and-the
color had come back" into her pretty
cheeks, and she flasfied her eyes in
the way she had and laughed more
merrily than I'd ever knowri-her to
since she came into the Stacey home.
When I came back from speaking
to Mr. James outside the pantry Miss
Polly was standing up, rather white
again. "What made you tell Mr.
James that awful falsehood?" she
asked, and I didn't know what to say.
But somehow she wasn't so very, an
gry with me and I saw a twinkle of
amusement In those deep - eyes' of
hers, so I plucked up courage.
"He-'s awful peculiar, Mr. James
is' I answered. "Maybe he wouldn't
think it fitting that you should be in
here talking to me."
"And pray why not?" she asked.
"Because," I answered, "I'm a serv-ant-and
you are-a , lady. Leastways, I
hope ydu'll never be the sort of lady
Mrs. Stacey is," I continued.
She "was going to flash outf at me, I
thought, but instead, she suddenly
burst, into tears and put her hands
out on the table and her head in her
hands and I think she cried then for
all the days of misery that those two
had made her go through.
"You are my only friend, William,"
she saidto me. "You dont know how
unhappy I am here. I love James and
he loves me, but we were never made
to live the same SQrt of life. I can't
understand all those things they tell
me and they make my head ache
"It'll be worse after you're married,
my dear," I says. You see, I felt now
that we were equals in spite of our
stations, and I thought a goo"d deal of
Miss Polly as a friend, I mean.
"It'll be worse after you're mar
ried," I says. "What they do to you
now won'.t be a particle to what
they'll do to you then.'.'
You understand, sir) it was up to
me now to get Miss Polly to break it
all off, so that she should, never be
humiliated by knowing that they
meant to do it for her. They were
tired of her, they thought they hated,
her breeding and were ashamed 'of,