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Cullum, Ridgwell, [pseud.], 1867-1943

"The Forfeit"


But I can't. It's all inside me mussed up and maybe foolish. But, oh,
I know I'm right I want to tell you something, and I don't just know
how."
Her eyes were gazing up into his, the soft brown eyes of the beautiful
soul within. She strove to compel his gaze, but it moodily withheld
its regard.
"Jeff, you'll kill poor Evie. You'll break her heart by robbing her of
all you've brought into her life through your love. Say, can't you see
it all? And you'll do it for a shadow. Yes, it's a shadow, an ugly
shadow, this crazy thought of yours for a brother who was just a
low-down cattle rustler, same as these toughs you're making a bid of
ten thousand dollars to see hanged the same as he was. Think of it,
Jeff. She's just a woman, weak and helpless, and you're going to rob
her of all that makes her life worth while. Would you act that way by
a mother, or--or a sister? And she's your wife, Jeff, who's given you
all a loving woman has to give. I could tell you of the things this
means to you, and the schemes and plans you've sort of set your heart
on, but I don't need to.


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