By nine o'clock that night the noble young woman had the inexpressible
delight of seeing her poor patients so far changed for the better as
to be completely out of danger.
On the next morning, true to his promise, the dead-wagon man came
around. He was one of those in-bred wicked spirits which take delight
in hating everything and everybody good and beautiful; just as the
Greek peasant hated Aristides, and voted for his banishment, because
he was surnamed the "good." This fellow already hated Agnes, and his
ugly face was contorted with a hideous grin, as he thrust himself in
at the store door and exclaimed:
"Hallo! where's them dead 'uns? fetch 'em out!"
Agnes had not expected him to put his threat of coming the next
morning into execution. She was therefore somewhat taken aback on
beholding him.
But she was a girl of steady, powerful nerves, and cool temper, and
the instant she saw that the fellow had made up his mind to behave the
way he did merely to vex and harass her, she made up her mind to
"settle him off."
Paying no heed therefore to what he said, Agnes quietly put on her hat
and shawl took her umbrella in her hand, and stepping directly up to
the brutal wretch said, in a determined tone of voice:
"Come along with me; I intend to give you such a lesson that you will
not forget in a hurry. You have given me impudence enough for the rest
of your life.
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