The Hartford herald., 1875-02-10
CHAPTER XI.
LOST IN THE FOG.

The child grew better: he was getting
well; and Mr.. Jansons visits were now
paid but occasionally. At length the
day came that he took his leave. His task
was done, he good-humoredly observed,
for Master Leo was upon his legs again.
Mrs. Yorke mentioned this TO her hus-
band in the evening, as an indifferent top
ic of conversation; glad, no doubt, for the
sake of peace, to be able to do it.
LEFT for good, has heG' repeated
Mr.. Yorke.
"Yes. 1 requested him to send in his
account"
This was on Monday. The next day,
Tuesday, Mr.. Yorke went out for a whole
days shooting, thing he had not yet
done. True, he had gone out shooting,
several times since the season came in,
but only by fits and starts. Out for an
hour or two, and back home again; out
again for another hour, and back again.
Maria understood it all, and thoroughly
despised him in her indignant heart But
on Tuesday he went out in the morning,
and came home at night, just in time for
dinner. He was in good spirits, talked
pleasantly with his wife and played with
Leopold. Wednesday was spent in pre-
cisely the same way, and on Thursday he
also went out with his gun as soon as
breakfast was over. On this day a Miss
Hardisty, a relative of Mrs. Yorke's, ar
rived on a visit: somewhat Unexpectedly,
for they had not looked for her for day
or two. A hard-featured maiden she, of
some five~and>forty years.
The afternoon of Thursday turned out
wretchedly. 1t did not rain, but dense
| fog, or sort of Scotch mist, overhung the
atmosphere. Oford could remember moth.
ing like it. Twilight set in, and Mrs.
Yorke stirred her good fire into a roaring
blaze, and wondered where her husband
was. Her guest, fatigued with her rail-
way journey, was in her chamber, lying
down, and had requested not to be called
until tea-time.
"Oh, here he is" cried Maria, as an
| indistinct form passed the window. 81
wonder how many he has bagged? He
will be surprised to hear that Olivia is
come"
"Mr. Janson." said servant, opening
the door.
Mr.. Janson entered. And as he took
his seat, inquired after Leopold.
lie Iculdlu5 quite well, Teplleu mTs
Yorke. 81 thought 1 understood you
last Monday, that you should not com,
again to him." she added, feeling uncom.
Portable lest her husband should return
home and find him thereafter having
stated that his attendance had ceased.
This is not professional visit" saiC
Mr.. Janson. 81 have been to see Lad
Rich, and thought l would call in as
} passed your house to say, How dye dol
f and hear that Leopold continued all right
What strange fog it isl'
: Thank you," answered Mrs. Yorke
t in a rather constrained manner. Fo
, when jealous suspicious, entirely unbound
ed, are entertained by a husband, the
must and do make the manners of til
e best woman constrained and embarrassed
4. Mr.. Janson drew his chair near to Mr.:
7 Yorke's; not to be nearer her, but to en-
s JOY the genial blaze of the fire. Unfor
r tunately he had no idea of Mr.. Yorke
e fears; he only thought him an abrupt
q naughty, uncertain man, different fror
r what he used to be. When Maria Sax
onbury became Mr.. Yorke's wife, NJ
!. Janson had put her from his mind, as
e was right to do. Mrs. Yorke rose to rim
= the bell. "You shall see Leopold" sh
said.
g "Not yet; let me speak a word to yor
e pray sit down again, said Mr.. Janso
e interrupting her movement. al want
n consult some one, and l have-as yo
e must know-a very high opinion of yol
IS discernment and good sense, so wish
II ask your advice. l shall value it mo-
l. than that of any one else. You kno
Miss Maskell?'