"Tessibel," he said huskily, "I'm bowed with shame before you. Child, I cannot tell you how sorry I am."
Tess took his hand without the slightest show of hesitation.
"I'm glad you've got your baby home," she murmured brokenly, and that was all.
A great emotion shook Ebenezer's soul as a giant oak is shaken in a mighty wind.
"Last night when I sent you away," he explained tensely, "I didn't know about your bringing her back. I appreciate, child, that's no excuse for me. Nor did I know, then, that you were married--"
He stopped, the bitter pain in his throat aching his voice into silence.
"Mr. Graves is dead," he whispered, "and my sister--"
"Oh, I'm so sorry for her, Mr. Waldstricker," cried Tess, struggling up.
Deforrest stepped forward to Ebenezer's side and supported her.
"Yes, you would be," the elder asserted. "Your heart is so tender.... My poor little Madelene--I fear the shock will kill her. She doesn't know yet that she really had no husband."
Tessibel's eyes grew large with astonishment. Then, Frederick had exonerated her to Waldstricker. Her eyes sought Deforrest Young's.
"Mr. Waldstricker told me downstairs about it, my darling," he said tenderly. "My brave little girl!"
Tess flashed a sudden look at Ebenezer.
"Mr. Waldstricker, I never want your sister to know she wasn't Fred--I mean Mr. Graves' wife," she told him. "It won't do any good and I'd rather you wouldn't tell her."
Then, surely, did Tess win from her proud enemy all the respect and reverence he could bestow on any human being. Ebenezer Waldstricker lowered his lips and pressed them to the slender hand he held.
"My dear, my dear," he moaned. "If I could only undo some of it."
Oh, how Tessibel wanted some of it undone, too. Her red head bowed slowly over his strong white hand.
"Oh, Mr. Waldstricker," she burst forth with sobs, "I want my little baby so bad, so awful bad."
Ebenezer uttered a groan and wheeling quickly went from the room.
Later in the day, when they were alone together, Deforrest sat down beside Tessibel.
"Now, you can tell me all about it, child," he said.
"Yes," whispered Tess; and she did. It was difficult to go back to those long, terrible years through which she had stumbled in shame and disgrace, but Deforrest Young upheld her by sympathy and encouragement.
When the pitiful tale was finished, he bent forward and drew her into his arms.
"This Christmas is the happiest of my life," he murmured.
Hearing Andy on the stairs, they'd just taken more conventional attitudes when he burst into the room.
"Mother Moll's been havin' a seance all to herself," he grinned, "an'
she says, there's a wedding ring hanging over the brat's head, an' she said to tell you, Uncle Forrie--" He paused, giggled a little and ended--"Red curls'll twist around your heart so close ye won't ever get away."
Then the dwarf toddled back upstairs, chuckling to himself.
"Mother Moll's right," whispered Deforrest into the small ear. "I'm the happiest man in all the world, Tessibel."