Then she closed the door, while Jane sank
back against the cushions.
``Yes, he belongs to you,'' said Jane; ``but I love him. Oh,
Selma!''
Selma suddenly burst into tears. ``Go, Jane, dear. You MUST
go,'' she cried.
``At least I'll wait here until--until they are sure,'' said
Jane. ``You can't refuse me that, Selma.''
``But they are sure,'' said Selma. ``You must go with your
friends. Here they come.''
When Ellen Clearwater and Joe Wetherbe--the second son of the
chief owner of the First National-- reached the curb, Selma said
to Wetherbe:
``Please stand aside. I've something to say to this lady.''
When Wetherbe had withdrawn, she said: ``Miss Hastings is--not
quite herself. You had better take her home alone.''
Jane leaned from the open carriage window. ``Ellen,'' said she,
``I am going to stay here until Victor recovers consciousness,
and I am SURE.''
``He has just come around,'' said Ellen. ``He is certain to get
well. His mind is clear.''
``I must see for myself,'' cried Jane.
Selma was preventing her leaving the carriage when Ellen quietly
interfered with a significant look for Selma. ``Jane,'' she
said, ``you can't go in. The doctor has just put every one out
but his assistant and a nurse that has come.''
Jane hesitated, drew back into the corner of the carriage.
``Tell Mr. Wetherbe to go his own way,'' said Ellen aside to
Selma, and she got in beside Jane.
``To Mr.
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