The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1875-02-03
CHAPTER x.
JEALOUS DoUBfs.

CHAPTER x.
JEALOUS DoUBfs.
A few DAYS, and Leopold Yorke was S,
far recovered, that al Intermittent feve
alone remained. Mr.. Yorke, in spite O
his jealous prejudices, had been obliged t.
submit to Mr.. Janson's frequent visits, fol
there was noother doctor within ten miles
and the safety of his son and heir was par,
amount.
The neighborLood had hastened to make
acquaintance with Mr. and Mrs Yorke
and an early invitation arrived for them
to take quiet dinner at Squire Hipgraves
1t was accepted by both, for Leopold S in
termittent fever was subsiding, and they
were no Longer under alarm for him,
On the appointed evening, they found a
small party Of seven at the squire 8, them
selves included. The eighth seat had been
meant for Mr.. Janson, but he had been
called out Unexpectedly, and was unable
to come. The gentlemen's conversation
turned upon outdoor sports, and after din
ner, when coffee was over, they went out,
that Mr.. Yorke might see a pond on the
grounds, where the fish was being preserv-
ed, leaving the ladies alone.
Soon after, Mr.. Janson came in. But
scarcely had he had time to explain the
cause of his absence at dinner, when a
servant appeared, and told him he was
wanted.
"How tiresome' exclaimed Mrs. Hips
grave. o..
"a doctors time is never his own" he
remarked, good-humoredly. as it my
surgery boy?" he inquired of the servant.
mo, sir. Its footman from Alnwick
Cottage He says your boy sent him on
here"
This excited the alarm of Mrs. Yorke.
"Leopold mus: be worsel" she exclaimed.
As it provedt to be- Master Leopold was
took worse, the man said, a-talking nom
sense, and not knowing word of it, and
hotter than ever. Finch was frightened,
and had sent him for Mr.. Janson.
Mrs. Yorke grew frightened also. and
said she must go home Immediately. =
They tried to keep her, and to soothe her
fears. Mr. Janson said he would make
haste to the Cottage, and return to report
to her. twas of no use: her mother fears
were painfully aroused. Neither would
she wait until Mr.. Yorke came in. She
loved her children passionately.
Then, if you must go, will be your
escort, if you will allow me-" said Mr..
Janson.
"Indeed, shall be much obliged to
you," she answered. And hurriedly put~
ting on her shawl, she departed with him,
one OF the ladies lending her black silk
hood for her head. She had anticipated
returning in the carriage. 1t was beau
tiful night in September, nearly as light
as day, for the harvest moon was high :
Just the night poets are fond of consecra,
ting to lovers; but Mr.. Janson and Mrs.
Yorke walked along, fast, and in sedate
composure, neither remembering-at least,
so far as was suffered to appear-that
they had ever been more to each other
than they were now.
The three gentlemen were strolling
along the banks of the fish-pond, smok-
ing their cigars, and talking. Suddenly
one Of them espied a couple walking arm
in-arm on the path in the higher ground,
some distance off.
at looks like Janson," said Squire
Hipgrave. That's just his walk; and
that's the way he fourishes his cane,
too. Who is the. lady, l wonder? So no,
Master Jansonl a good excuse for not
joining us: you are more agreeably en-
played.
Mr.. Yorke smiled grimly; his eye, keen
as it was, had failed to recognize his wife,
for the hood disguised her. They smoked
out their cigars, and returned to the
house.
slave we not got joke against jan
sonP' cried Squire Hipgrave. "Tll rate
him for not coming. He's walking about
in the moonlight with some damselon his
arm, as snug as may be-"
"Is he, nowY" returned one of the ladies,
humoring the joke. "Who can it be?"
"Oh, some of our village beauties.
Maybe Lucy Maskell. Master Janson
has got an eye for pretty girl, know,
quiet as he seems. He's making love to
her hard enough, I'll be bound
"Then you had better look out Mr..
Yorke," said Mrs. Hipgrave, with laugh.
THE lady is your own wife"
She had spoken innocently, never for
a momsnt dreaming that her words could
bear any Interpretation but that of joke
to the ear of Mr.. Yorke. And happily
she did not see the livid look, the strange
expression which arose to his face. He
had turned it to the window, as if he
would look out on the pleasant moon-
light.
"How comes it to be Mrs. Yorker de-
manded the squire. And his wife ex-
planned: telling of the summons to Mr..
Janson, the fever of the child.
Still Mr.. Yorke did not speak. One of
the party advanced, and stood at his side
"a fine prospect from this window, is
it not?"
Every"
"Will you cut for whist? How unfor-
tunate TO have our tables broken upl We
cannot make two, now. Janson rarely
plays at cards, but l meant to have press
ed him into service tonight.
81 am going home" said Mr.. Yorke.
"Nonsense!" said Mrs. Hipgrave. "The
child will do very well. Mr.. Janson, did
not seem to anticipate danger. He said
nurses were easily alarmed
al expect he did not" drily remarked
Mr.. Yorke. Thank you, not tonight"