And so the story of this baleful influence over a weak, half-drugged

girl, her mistress, became known to Plume and gradually to others. It

was easy for Elise to make her believe that, in spite of the word of a

gentleman, her impulsive love letters were still held by Blakely

because he had never forgiven her. It was Elise, indeed, who had

roused her jealousy and had done her best to break that engagement

with Blakely and to lead to the match with the handsome and devoted

major. Intrigue and lying were as the breath of the woman's nostrils.

She lived in them. But Sandy was never to see her again.

"Woman-Walk-in-the-Night" was "Woman-Walk-no-More."

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And now the friendless creature stood charged with more crimes than

would fill the meager space of a Territorial jail, and yet the one

originally laid at her door, though never publicly announced, was now

omitted entirely--that of assault with deadly weapon, possibly with

intent to kill. Even Mother Shaughnessy and Norah were silenced, and

Pat Mullins put to confusion. Even the latest punctured patient at the

hospital, Private Todd, had to serve as evidence in behalf of Elise,

for Graham, post surgeon, had calmly declared that the same weapon

that so nearly killed Pat Mullins had as nearly and neatly done the

deed for Todd--the keen Apache knife of Princess Natzie.

"The heathen child was making her usual night visit to her white

lover," said Wren grimly, having in mind the womanly shape he had seen

that starlit morning at Blakely's rear door.

"You're right in one guess, R-robert Wren," was the prompt answer of

his friend and fellow Scot, who glared at Janet rather than his

convalescent as he spoke. "And ye're wrang in twanty. She was

tryin', and didn't know the way. She was tryin', for she had his

watch and pocketbook. You're wrang if ye think she was ever there

before or after. The slut you saw cryin' at his back door was that

quean Elise, an' ye well know there was no love lost between them. Go

say yer prayers, man, for every wicked thought ye've had of him--or of

that poor child. Between them they saved your Angela!"




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