The little head lay still before she answered:
"How many times must I tell you, Silly, that I've loved Ben since I can remember, that I will always love him, and when I meet my fate, at last, I shall boast to my children of my sweet girl romance with the Hero of Piedmont, and they shall laugh and cry with me over it"
"What's that?" whispered the mother, leaping to her feet.
"I heard nothing," Marion answered, listening.
"I thought I heard footsteps on the porch."
"Maybe it's Ben, who decided to come anyhow," said the girl.
"But he'd knock!" whispered the mother.
The door flew open with a crash, and four black brutes leaped into the room, Gus in the lead, with a revolver in his hand, his yellow teeth grinning through his thick lips.
"Scream, now, an' I blow yer brains out," he growled.
Blanched with horror, the mother sprang before Marion with a shivering cry:
"What do you want?"
"Not you," said Gus, closing the blinds and handing a rope to another brute. "Tie de ole one ter de bedpost."
The mother screamed. A blow from a black fist in her mouth, and the rope was tied.
With the strength of despair she tore at the cords, half rising to her feet, while with mortal anguish she gasped:
"For God's sake, spare my baby! Do as you will with me, and kill me—do not touch her!"
Again the huge fist swept her to the floor.
