Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-07-04
Oh HAPTER XIV.

/ Ii had been sudden sickness and dread
full giddine>s that had caused Jenny To sink
on the floor, from which she recovered soon
after her father had quIttel the house for his
visit 10 GreystOne scnoOL The wild distrac-
ti"n in her ewes had rrpelied Mrs. Strang-
field, ami for mercy and dread the mother
asked nc que stiuns, hut sat sieut ami signing,
watching her daughter with pitrouS concern.
Then her duties calling her and thinking
besides that solitude would Ice precious 10
such bitter grief es Jenny :, Mrs SlrnnGtirld
gently left the room
/ No sooner WAS She gone than Jenny started
TO her feet ami pncel about "a, though
sezed with madness with frown upon h r
! forehead, and her hands pressing tightly h"-
/ low her hips. Full realization Of what had
lefallen her had come to her heart, ami She
was driven by intolrrable agony of spirit
That Cuthbert had left her OF his own will
| did not come into her mind. Belief in love
does not fall dead in this way. And no one
/ had yet sugg st.d To her as kindly solution
of the mystery Of his disappearance, that II
might b. he had taken a sudden shame of her
as his wife and had left her, acting a sweet
! part up TO the last hour-for Men are shock
! ing deceivers.
What then. did she thinkf Why that
some accident had hnfaIlan him; and the idea
! that he might be lying dead in some hidden
PLACE so frenZied her. that. without CON
sideration Of her purpose, she fed upstairs
| for her hat AMI left the house TO seek him.
! She had wandered byOnd the market
| place when her mind took grasp of her in
/ tention and that brought her TO Il stand.
| The midday sun beat ferCelv upon the road,
/ md held the pavemenLS tOierably empty.
! Bu; there were people in the shops, and they
-tared at her as she stood: Jerceiving which,
! she went down the street again, with her
! heart beating furiOusly over newborn
r,.SOlution 10 call on DR.. Shaw. and begin
! her inquiries after her husband at his own
| home
/ But when she had got As far the market
| place, the fame Of Mother Mead as a gossip
and teller of fortunes occurred to her. and
this because she saw the Old wOmans bent
/ figure going at a hobble on tine other side OF
the market place, So Jenny, passing quickly
through the stalls, intercept Il the dame as
she was turning into the court in which she
dwelt
Mrs. Mead was talking to herself in a loud.
! quavering voice. and so completely engroSsa.l
with witchike thoug ght,-for what oth"r
thoughts could possibly visit such an ugly
conformation that she did not Observ"
Jenny until she found herself stopped by the
| girl standing in front OF her.
~Ah. Miss Jenny Stramgfeli-if that he
| your rale name, my dear, A hot marnlng,
ISN'T IT. with a power of dust for an old nose
that finds snuff cruel, dear. Why, your
father is f,st bevont-I am now from him
and Lard his eyes are in such blaze that
my old skin cracked when he looked at me.
May speak with you in your house, Mrs.
Mead am in great trouble
At sight of the sad, swe.t face Mrs. Meads
/ ugly Counterance underwent a kind Of trans
! formation Her nos, and chin did not, in
Iced, moderate their intimacy: but the blood
shot old eye took a sudden light Of cumpa,-
ion. and a strange grim Of good nature over
spread her face.
Come along. my dear" she exclaimed,
| If we're not above being seen with stitch Il
! ~.arecrow as me. StDop Your head. for It's
IN oh-fashiomed door, built afore palaces
was known There's a strong chair thatll
hold thee: and if | can comfort thee, my
pretty, I'll mop out my old heart to do it, I'll
warrant"
They had arrived at a ricketv old house
with a sitting room very abruptly entered
from the street. This room and bed cham
ter ad jacent composed Mrs. Meals dwelling.
Taking a seat opposite the girl, she ran her
ewes over her from top to toe.
Now, nv child, said she, "what can ! doi
| IS il your fortune You want tOldi Nay, nay
here's no physic in such stuff for rale trouble
It's good for foolish wenches whose brains
are made ribbon, but not for the likes o
thee dearie.
- - h'-tsr trouble. indeed Mrs. Mead