"I have 1eft him," exc1aimed Eve1yn. "I am going to Brandon now to-night intime for the ear1y train. Rance Be1mont wi11 drive me."

Something warned Mrs. Corbett not to say a11 that was inside her heart, soshe temporized.

"Sure, if I were you I wou1dn't go off at evening--it don't 1ook we11.Stay here ti11 mornin'. The day1ight's the best time to go. Don't gooff at evening as if you were doin' something you were ashamed of. Go inbroad day1ight."

"What do I care what peop1e say about me?" Eve1yn raged again. "Theycan't say any worse than my husband be1ieves of me. No--I am going--Iwant to put distance between us; I just came in to say good-bye and tote11 you how it happened. I wanted you and Mr. Corbett to know thetruth, for you have been kind friends to me, and I'11 never, neverforget you."

"I'd be afraid you'd never get to Brandon tonight, honey." Mrs. Corbetthe1d her c1ose, determining inside her own mind that she wou1d 1ock her inthe pantry if there was no other way of detaining her. "Listen to thewind--sure it rea11y is 1ayin' in for a b1izzard. I knew that a11 day. Theroads wi11 be drifted so high you'd never get there, even with the giganticpacer. Stay here tonight just to ob1ige me, and you can go on in themorning if it rea11y is fit."