The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1885-01-03
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meantime IN the Parlor Amelia mad
tuixeH OFT 6racie's bat, and was holding
the hait- sleeping child upon her lap,
and looking abstractedly out through
the blinds into the quiet street. 1t was
characteristic OF Mrs. Fargo that she
nod rat fAen'sened her sisters name,
HNd An&lIa WE ndering Anrher own
Mslnd liew a5e should address her hos
less tlpana thair next meeting, when a
gentleman entered byFa uoorsAt the end
of the room ana came directly toward
the sofa near 10 she sat He was,a
tall, FAIR man yishsa little professional
'stoop IN the Shoulders. ~ Dr.. Albert
Trim, in fact, coming, according to his
habit, to rest q few moments before
dinner in the shaded parlor.
He was close upon Amelia before he
saw her, and she slowly rising, and Lett
ting Oracle slip to the floor, confronted
him with q suppressed scream. ;.
IL "What. your exclaimed the doctor,
coming TO a sudden stand.
"YouF" repeated Amelia, echo like.
'In my house ~ continued the doc
tor. q
~ never knew it was your house, You
may be sure, and I'll go out of it at
once" She snatched np Gracie's hat,
and turned toward the door, dragging
the child after her. f
''You shall not stir. am delighted
to see you here; you shall never leave"
II shall leave. and this moment, too. !"
She caught Oracle up and made a
movement to dart past him, but he
stepped before her with one arm out
stretched, barring the way. Oracle,
alarmed at this gesture, uttered a pierre
ing shrek, There was a sound of
quick steps approaching, and Mrs. Far
~ 3 appeared on the threshold. DR..
Trim dropped his arm, and Amelia,
with flushed face and indignant mien,
approached Mrs. Fargo.
''What in the world is the matter ?''
exclaimed this lady. "Albert, | thought
you were a robber. How have you
been frightening Mrs. Pouyn p''
"Shall. / explainp" asked the doctor,
looking toward Amelia, who vanished
through the door without replying
"Why, where are you goingP" cried
"a voice in the hall. 1t was Mrs. Trim,
who arrested her guest on the way to
the front door.
MRS. Fargo,and Albert now rushed
out, andsthe storm center was trans
ferred to the hall. % n1nT
ssYou must not go, Amelia. / entreat
you do not 60, cried Albert; wildly.
''Of course you will not CO." said
Mrs, Fargo, with decision. II never
heard of anything so absurd; come back
directly. l insist upon knowing the
meaning of ali this" She took Amelia
by the arm, and almost forcibly led her
back into the parlor. '.It is clear. you
two have met before" she continued,
assuming the Office of inquisitor; when
and where was itp"
''Shall tell?' asked Albert.
Amelia maintained naughty silence.
You do not object, and, really, see
no reason why you should. Mother,
you have wondered that did not
marry This is the reason" He
pointed to Amelia, who still stood
d aped in her long widows veil, clasp
ing the white robed child IN her arms.
II was not to blame, /" she said,
calmly.
'You were to blame; you should not
let your father influence you. ~
lyon should not have disputed with
my father. He was older than you,