He hasn't got it. Oh! Oh! I didn't want to do this, but you said it would be all right, and that the cashier at the bank, where you got it cashed, called up the bank in Calias and said the check was all right. Oh! Oh!" she went on, beside herself with excitement, and holding her arms out tremblingly and repeating: "I didn't want to do this."
I can see the look in his face to this day. All the hypocrisy and pretense vanished, leaving him a weak, shame-faced creature, and looking from one side to the other stammered out:
"I didn't do it! I didn't do it! You— You— You know, you told her she should write a check for any money she needed and she did it, she did it."
Here again my desire for peace over-ruled my good judgment. Instead of stopping the matter then and there, I spoke up gravely, saying:
"I don't mind Orlean's going home. In fact, I want her to go home and to have anything to help her get well and please her, but I haven't the money to spare. Her sickness, with a doctor coming into the country twice daily, has been very expensive, and we just have not the money, that is all."
When he saw I was not going to put a stop to it, he took courage and spoke sneakingly:
"Well, the man in the bank at Carlin called up the bank of Calias, and they said the money was there."
"O," I said, "as far as that goes, I had five hundred dollars there last week, it has all been checked out, but some of the checks likely are still out."
I took twenty-five dollars of the money and gave Orlean twenty-five dollars. Her ticket was eighteen
