"
"Good-by--good-by!" sobbed the girl, who had been peering intently
through the window of the car. The tall woman did not look forth, but
sat with her eyes riveted on the seat ahead.
"Yes, it is good-by, my darling," she said in very low tones.
Back at the railway station, after the rear lights of the train had
disappeared, the lone woman turned her tear-stained face to the man
whose arm was about her shoulder.
"Do you think we'll ever see them again, daddy?" she moaned.
"Yes," said the man huskily. "She said she'd let me know, one way or
another, when it is safe to do so. Don't cry, Ruby. They're better
off. They couldn't 'ave stayed on, God knows. And God will take care
of 'em."
"I wish she'd said just where she's really bound for," muttered the
other man, a tall ungainly fellow. "She's mighty near dead-broke, and
I'm--I'm uneasy, Joey."
"She'll get on, Casey, confound you!"
"If she'd only make up her mind to go back to her father," said the
girl.
"That's just it. If she's going back to 'im, it's best nobody knows
yet--not even us. I've got their two letters for David, if he ever
comes looking them up, as he said he would.
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