Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1886-07-18

Which saying, she ran from the ROOM
But she never told father.
CHAPTER III.
81 LEAVE TO-DAY FOR LONDON"
"Mjght he ask, did intend staying
| in Wildbad?"
The speaker was the gaunt old gen.
tlemsn Who did me tho honor Of paying
me q yisi. In my room next morning.
NoY--Good. In that case ne
would stop there; other wise he would
have sought quarters elsewhere. Not
that he bore me tho least resentment
it'll regard to yesterday. His little
girl (,he one pleasant thing about him
was that he thus spoke OF his daughter)
had not stopped crying until ne had
promised to regard yesterdays pro-
ceediI IS Gas
lie paused, not liking to say, sup
pose, "a pleasing break in HES gen.
eral monotony," which was the con-
struction his little girl seemed to have
out on the matter. Both OF us we're
client. The sun was blazing in at my
window as it only blazes in Wildbad.
end, rs well as can recall my feelings,
while my visitor looked maddeningly
COO, !, like poor veidsnt Green
a.weoinr, hsd only one miserable con-
sciousness--o being hot, inexpressibly,
horribly hot. | mumbled something
about being aware that | had behaved
like q maniac tmy visitor grimly bowed
agreement in the notion)-that should
never forgive myself, and could, Of
course, never expect his pardon.
A pause, in which he said nothing,
thereby giving me to understand his
total assent 10 this assumption likewise.
! began to feel hotter.
alt would" ] added, "gratify me
to be treated as such seeming lunatic
deserved"
"H'm!"
At last be uttered a sound-the most
primitive in the lsnguage--but still q
sound. At the same time light came
into bis face, which showed me that
nothing would give him greater plea
sure than to see me put into straight
waistcoat at once, were he not under
orders. He bent forward. "The main
thing is that you are going to leave the
place. You will-er-understand that
I should not care to know you longer
under one roof with myself" This
risipgs and with an apparent effort to
throw as much politeness as possible
into the manner of stating what GER
tainly was blunt truth.
"Quite so ~ ! also rose. ] was
not in the least offended. Things had
come to point that, l felt, could l
myself have refused to live under one
roof with myself / should have most
certainly done so-an uncomfortable
feeling for any man to have, but pecu-
liarly so, fancy, for one of my
calling.
~ am leaving to-day for London" l
added.
"Indeed :"
This small word was said in tone
which would have borne expansion as
follows:
1.-The name Of the place you are
leaving for is Of absolutely no interest
10 me. The main thing, as | remarked
before, is-eI-that you are leaving
"Good morning. :"
Was it possible that he was holding
out his hand? Yes, there it was, a
patent fact. Was ever a gaunt old
man so totally under command Of "his
little girl?"
The hand was cold as ice, and he
gave to mine not the slightest pressure
but with shake.bands we parted.
An hour later l passed out of the
hotel. Surely l knew that face at the
window. Why was it drawn back as
l looked up?.
CHAPTER ".
"AM OFF TO THE STATION; CAN'T
STOP TO TALK"
"Tom Tragett ~ ! might have known
it. have never yet becn in a dear
gazelle mood, brooding on the peculiar
pathos of my lot as compared with thai
Of the majority of humanity, that Ton
Tragett had not stumbled across my
path with his grin and his "Well, ole
| fellow"
"All right, thank you am off to tn
station can't stop to talk"
This l say with q not exactly radian
reflection of his beam. Then | hurr.
on, feeling that have displayed nobl
self.control in not hurting my two hand
bags at my friends head.
"W.h-a-t t. he dickens is u-I
now" be replies slowly, all Blu
spelling the words. Being more thai
usually critical, think how atrociousl.
vulgar be is. And | walk on. AS
do so an conscious that he is walk
ing beside me; am also conscious tia
he has my two handbags /; aud, finally
that he is studying my profile with a
interest that few men take in any NAL
side-face. What more than all thl
makes me indignant is that every nos
and then he utters q low, signitican
whistle, as sort OF summary of hi
thoughts. On my suddenly turnin
round be blandly announces his inten
ton of "soing a BIT OF the way" wit
me.
I The "bit" ends on the platform
Having all but lifted me into the trai
, (my Tom Tragett is always tender
he says:
, "Sorry for you, old boy, whatever
is. A woman, ] suppose" This in
/ lower tone. Then, as ! do not answer
cycling Inc. ensconced as | am in IN
|, carriage, from his post in the SUM-
"You look nice and cool in there. Con
foundedly hot, this platform"
Here is my opportunity. lprophes,
sunstroke. Will he GO? Not he
After all he means it well. Tom,
say At last.
I There must--at this distance of tim
2 have not a shade Of doubt Of it,
4 have been something radically wron
o with my head on the day Of which
q am writing. Hardly have sal
"Tom" when l observe that the trai
IS is in full motion, that We arc MAXIM
10 and, to Judge from the landscape, ha,
10 been making for some time, for Il
}. north, in the slow but determined sty