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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 Excerpt:...of the corridor. He doffed his cap, but Susan stood stiffly in the middle of the doorway. "Marse Robert is not at home," she said coldly. The young man flushed, looked half embarrassed and started to pass her. "I would like to see Miss Frances!" Susan dodged before him. "She's not at home." "When will she be back?" asked the young man, angered at the old darkey's manner. "I dunno!" "Tell her that I will call and see her a few moments this evening." He unbuttoned his coat and fumbled for his card-case. Susan waited until the bit of cardboard was in her hand. "She won't be hyar!" she said in a perfectly expressionless tone, as she turned the card over in her yellow palm and eyed it curiously. "When will she be?" "Lord only knows!" "She's at home?" asked the young fellow in a sudden sharp anxiety. "Dat she ain't!" "What! Where is she?" Susan looked at him, her black eyes in her wrinkled face still as pools of ink and as fathomless. "I dunno," she lied. "When did she go?" "Yestiddy." Light was breaking in on the young man, light and darkness; light as to the deserted air of the house, darkness as to Frances and her motives. "And you don't know where she went?" He stood for a few moments, his eyes on the worn pavement at his feet. Presently his hand slipped again into his pocket. "If you can, tell me where she is," he said suavely; "save me an envelope of a letter, you know." Susan nodded, comprehension all over her face. He slid a bill into her hand. One quick glance out of the tail of her eye showed Susan the V in the corner. Tremulous with delight she clasped her hands over her trea...