Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-08-01
CHAPTER XIV.
JENNY AND HER MOTHER

| Just out OF High street. not a stones
| throw from the church, lived Mr.. Franklin,
| who owned the Swiftsure coach that piled
between Greystone and the old city on the
road To London.
He was a puddng-faced man, and shaped
| like a ball in that part of his body which the
band of dis breeches circled; AMI he stood,
with his legs wide apart sucking a straw at
the gateway of his yard, wherein. under
| sheds, stood his rolling stock, when Mrs
Strangfeid breathlessly cans to him, and
besought him, with claSped, entreating
hands. instantly to order out one of his
| coaches, that she might DO driven to Win
ston.
Now, fortunately FOR her, Franklin was a
prompt man, and reading urgency In the
poor woman's desperate face, be gave a
shrill whistle, and out from little office
tumbled a kaock-kneed hostler.
Number Two, Jeremy, and Sarah's your
gal Let Thomas scrape hisself and tell
him the leidys waiting" said Mr.. Franklin;
and with dispatch that would pleasure this
electric age to experience, a coach ratified up
to the gate.
-To the Greyhound, at Winston, as quick
as ever you can gallop," cried Mrs. Strang-
field: and in a trice the heavy-wheeled vehi-
Gle was scattering loungers in the roadway
on TO the pavements, and making the shop
windows clink to the thunder of its progress.
Still, it was a halt-h hours drive, and q ter
ribly hustling one.
At last the village hove in sight; little
row OF cottages swept by, and the coach
came to a stand in front Of the glass door of
the Greyhound inn The man descended
from the box Of the coach, though already
she was spraining her wrist in desperate
efforts to open the door for herself: and no
sooner was she liberated than she flew into
the arms Of Sally, who having caught sight
of the coach from a window, was running to
the door,
Are you the mistress'" said Mrs. Strang-
field, in a wild way.
YES, be, ma'am," replied Sally, with
civil courtesy.
as there a lady hereI'
"Ay: an you be her mother, l reckon"
Il am her mother. Take me to her ct
once"
Though Sally had been fortified with a
dozen scruples, they would have been help
leSsly swept away by the peremptoriness Of
this command
"She's Just where Mrs. Mead left her,
maam This way, please and she went to
Here be thy mother, mistress
Jenny was standing at the window over
loo king the green space of garden at the back
of the house With a stupetied face on her
she turned, and cry left her lips, and she
stepped back pace when her mother rushed
to her. Then, like a flash Of night at the
sight Of the beloved face, an impulse of love
and Joy leaped up in her; and in close. sob
5ing embrace We're they locked as Sally,
looking away from the sacred sight, closed
the door upon them
~Oh, Jenny, why are you herel why didst
thee leave mef cried Mrs. Strangfeld, re-
linquishing her daughter to gaze at her,
with eyes in which rapture and sorrow were
strangely blended. "Never was mothers
heart wrung as mine was when this morn
ing beheld your bed untouched and you
were not near to answer to my call"
Il could not stay. Father would have
taken me to London to-day; and see what a
mad journey it would have been, and how
cruel my ignorance would make hirn!" the
girl said, pushing back her hair. aud stand
ing in half defiant, half dropping posture
before her mother
Thy fatherl oh, JennyI not only is it
my love for thee that has brought me here in
mad haste-thy father is dyIngl Ay, he
NAV be dead before We can return to him!"
"Dying!-- Mother, what do you sayt"
said Jenny, taking, so to speak firmer hold
of the floor with her feet, and frowning,
while sickly hue Of pallor overspread her
face
ITO BE CONTINUED