“Little Miss Cronk.—­

“I am delivering this letter in a peculiar way, because I know that you had rather not have anyone see it.  It is necessary that you should think calmly and seriously over the question I am going to ask you.  I am very fond of you.  Whether or not you will return my affection is a thing for you to decide in the future.  Now, then, the question is, Do you want to protect your brother and your friends from the anger of your father?  If so, you must go with him.  I will answer for it that your brother stays where he is; but you must go away.  Think well before you decide not to go; for I know the men who are determined to have you, and would save you if I could.  I shall try to see you very soon.  Destroy this letter immediately.  Your friend,

“EverettBrimbecomb.”

Fledra sat as if in a trance, her eyelids drooping over almost sightless eyes.  The last blow had fallen upon her, and she knew that she must go.  That she could ever be forced away thus without her brother, that Horace could be given no chance to help her, had never crossed her mind.  Through her imagination drifted Lon’s dark, cruel face, followed by a vision of Lem Crabbe.  Feature after feature of the scowman came vividly to her,—­the wind-reddened skin, the foul, tobacco-browned lips, the twitching goiter,—­all added to the nervous chill that had suddenly come upon the girl.  Lem and Lon represented all the world’s evil to her, and Everett Brimbecomb all the world’s influence.  The three had thrust their triple strength between her and happiness.  Her dear ones should not fall before the wrath of Lem and Lon, or before the unsurmountable power of Everett Brimbecomb!  In her hands alone lay their salvation.  Like one stunned, she rose from the bed and carefully destroyed the two letters.  This was the one command she would obey promptly.

When Ann knocked softly at the door, and no answer came, she gently pushed it open.  Fledra lay with her face to the wall as if asleep.  Miss Shellington bent over her, and then crept quietly out to allow the girl to rest another hour.  No sooner had the door closed than Fledra sat up with clenched fists, her face blanched with terror.  She could not confront the inevitable without help.  But not once did it occur to her that Horace Shellington would be able to protect not only her, but himself also.  The path of her future life stretched from Tarrytown to Ithaca, straight into Lem’s scow!

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Through the entire day the girl was enigmatical both to Horace and to Ann.  Weary hours, crowding one upon another, offered her no relief.  The thought of Lon’s letter shattered hope and made her desolate.  She did not stop to reason that her relations with Horace demanded that she tell him of Everett’s perfidy.  Had not her loved ones been threatened with death, if she disclosed having received the letters?  She spent most of the day with Floyd, saying but little.