"
"I don't doubt that, but you won't do anything of the kind. As a matter
of fact, your buying those shares and taking them out of the market
was a mighty good thing for us. That Trust Company crowd was getting
anxious, so the Phipps woman says. By the way, I will send her a check
at once for her shares and she will hand it over to you. She was very
much disturbed because you had--as she called it--given her that five
thousand dollars."
Galusha nodded sadly. "Of course," he said. "It was a--a very dreadful
thing to do. Oh, dear!"
His relative, who was watching him intently, smiled. "She and I have had
a long talk," he continued. "She couldn't understand about you, how
you could have so much money to--er--waste in that way. I gathered
she feared you might have impoverished yourself, or pledged the family
jewels, or something. And she plainly will not be easy one moment until
she has paid you. She is a very extraordinary woman, Loosh."
His companion did not answer. His gaze was fixed upon a winged death's
head on a battered slate gravestone near at hand. The death's head was
grinning cheerfully, but Galusha was not.
"I say she is remarkable, that Phipps woman," repeated Cousin Gussie.
The little man stirred uneasily upon the fence rail.
"Her--ah--name is Martha--Martha Phipps--ah--MISS Martha Phipps," he
suggested, with a slight accent upon the "Miss.
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