Folks said he was
powerful changeable. You see, he has treated other gals the same way.
Sally, you must be brave, an' not let on. Why, thar was Mattie
Logan--jest look at her. Folks said she was a rantin' fool about 'im,
but when he quit goin' thar she tuck up with Clem Dill, an' now she's a
happy wife an' mother."
Sally turned towards the gate. "What's that to me?" she said,
fiercely. "I'm not her, and she's not me. Stay here, mother. I'll be
back soon."
"Well, I'm goin' to set right thar on that log outside the gate, an'
not budge one inch till you come back, Sally. If you wait too long,
though, I'll come after you. Oh, Sally, I'm awful afeerd--I don't know
what at, but I'm afeerd."
Together the two passed through the gate, and then, leaving her mother
at the log, Sally hastened through the darkness towards the main road,
several hundred yards away. Mrs. Dawson sat down and folded her hands
tightly in her lap and waited. After a few minutes she heard the heat
of a horse's hoofs on the clay road, and when it ceased she knew her
child was demanding and learning her fate.
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