Daily Kennebec journal., 1880-05-21
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end the natter And Just then every
ones glance followed in the direction Of
her own, and they saw the tall figure Of
dark young man in the doorway. What
is all this 81 cried CHEEKY voice. And at
that Adele turned too. '.Oh. Philip
Philip.' she shrieked, holding out her
arms. Save me. save me, save me from
this dreadful woman,'' In another mo-
ment the dark young mans arms were
about Adele, and he was possessing him
self Of the state of the case.
"And so, because Miss Montrose adj
mired your lace, YOU dare to make such
an accusation he exclaimed, turning on
Miss Mohoney, and his face almost gray
with wrath
II make no unsupported accusation.
said Miss Mahoncy. Miss Meyer has
seen the lace in Miss Montrose's room
"Oh. you don't believe it Phillip cried
Adele. in an agonized tone.
'Belisve it Not If all the
Just at that time so furious barking
rose without from Laddie, that Mrs. Pier
son, who at any other time would not
have minded it, now, with all her nerves
futteriDg. ran to see what was the matter
and in another moment her cry and call
rang out 50 wild and loud that, by natu-
raj instinct half the people in the room
had followed her-to see Laddie, who had
treed the cat in the branches OF the old
dead oak under Adele's window, himself
powerless in the grasp Of Jack, who had
descended from his frequent perch in those
branches. and planting himself firmly on
Ladies' shoulders, had proceeded 10 tear
out his hair by beakfuls. Atthe approach
Of Laddie' though, in the
shape of Mrs. Person. Jack extricatcd his
claws, screaming and iluttering back and
following his flight with their eyes. they
all saw what Mrs Pierson had seen-thc
end Of something dclicately white and
fibrous pecping from the moss and lichens
in the crotch Of the hollow tree.
Philip. who had not followed, but had
remained, hushing AdeIc's sobs, heard the
voices that called him; and in less time
than it takes to tell, he was in the crotch
of that tree. Whose magpie is this p
he cried rs well as he could be heard for
Jacks scoldins. sitting astride the branch
and beginning to pull out long string.
firmly quilted and ieltcd in The hollow
with hair and matted moss. Here il his
nest. which he has hidden away; and
here" The knew very well what it was
--''is this string ot any consequence
at i. the lace, it is the lace cried
Lucia.
1.-The Lace echoed Jane. "And that
Is Adelc's room ust over the hollow. He
got out with it from Miss Mahoney's room
and the wind nuttercd this end into Adele
window while he was slowing it away
and that is what Maria Meyer saw, il she
saw anything.
"Oh. my lace nv lace II is ruined
it is almost runed.' cried Miss Mahonuy,
and then she remembered Adele. Il am
so sorry, Miss Montroser she said-"so
sorry Indeed | am. How can you ever
overlook it ?''
II never can. ;" sobbed Adele. trembling
still in every fibre.
''You may Just pack your trunks, Miss
Maloncy, for the afternoon stage said
Mrs. Person. II can't have
"And here is comb" interrupted
Phillip. still bringing out one thing after
another-''yours by its air and bringing
up. Mrs. Picrson. And n thimble. and n
bow OF ribbon. and a curl of yellow hair.
and u stuffed humming- bird. and-and
what is this. Adclc?n and he held up a
gold chain and onyx locket.
"Oh. it is mine ~ exclaimed Adele. |
1T Is the one YOU gave me on my birth |
day. | couldn't imagine what had be-
come of it,
'And You didn't make any outcrv.''
''Oh. | thought thought mean.
thought she never came honestly by so
many things. and was sure she had taken
it to add to the others and so it didn't
seem worth while to make any fuss. So
after that just locked my drawers
''Shc?" cried Miss Mahoncy. now re-
covering her lost breath. "She ? Me "a
Mahoncy? Is it |. you little
"Oh yes" replied Adele. ''And am
so ashamed And You never can forgive
me-
81 never can" said Miss Mahoncv.
But directly aiterward she broke into a
hearty laugh. my dear Miss Adele"
said she, II can and do; and you must,
and you shall. As for that bad Jack. he
deserves to have his neck wrung; and I'd
do it-indeed. then. would-if didn't
need him to keep Laddie in subjectcn
Now | beg your pardon heartily. and
everybody's and | know your going to
grant it. The poor Devonshire point |
that will take me weeks TO restore. and |
suppose it would have uncomfortable as
sociations. too. But I've lots of old Irish |
lace just rs delicate Us that aud it will |
look just rs well as the finish to a bridal |
toilette. And YOU mustn't feel hard. You
see. we are quits; you thought rs much |
OF me. I'm a well-meening old thing;
and perhaps Mrs. Pierson will let me STAY |
af,er all. = HUpcr's Ba:ar.
II the nahy is to ka,p q health IL ,n,st 'haro