His face was pale, and his voice shook
as he answered:
"I'll--I'll make it all good now. I have the money. Can't
you--can't you give it back to Ed, the way the bonds--"
"No!"
"Not to help me out?"
"No!"
"But you promised--"
"I promised too much! Will you tell everything, or--"
There was a moment's silence. Sid was battling with his mean
nature. Even yet he was trying to find a way of escape--to discover
some plan by which he could avoid the shame of making a humiliating
confession.
"Well?" asked Ida, and there was a new ring in her voice.
"I--I suppose I'll have to," spoke Sid in low tones.
"Come, then. I'll go with you."
An hour later Cora, Jack, Ed, Sid Wilcox and Ida Gales were seated
in the library of the Kimball home. Sid was uneasy, and Ida's eyes
showed that she had been weeping.
"Sid has something to tell you all," began Ida, "and so have I. I
guess you know what it's about."
Cora nodded and smiled at Ida. Then she went over and stood beside
the unhappy girl.
"I'll make a clean breast of if, fellows," began Sid hesitatingiy.
"I--I really didn't mean to make so much trouble over it, but one
thing went to another, and when I started there didn't seem to be
any stopping place, or any way to get back.
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