The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1888-11-01
CHAPTER XIII,
THE SEARCH BEGUN.

II1E OEAhCH BEGUN.
There was naturally great surprise when
RobertJ Jameson returned home to dinner and
Agnes was found to be missing. 1t was evil
dent that it was not an accidental detention,
for her trunk had been sent for an hour prev
ious, and the messenger either could not or
would not give any information as to her
whereabouts. Mrs Jameson was excessive
ly agitated-her faculties lost in a maze, like
one beholding an accident without power of
thought or motion. To Robert it was a
heavy blow; he feared that his own advances
had been the occasion of her leaving the
house, and he reproached himself bitterly for
his headlong folly. Their dinner was sad
and cherries meal; the mother feeling all
mothers solicitude for friendless girl; the
son filled with tumult of sorrow, remorse
love, and pity.
"Poor Agnesw said Mrs. Jameson, "per-
haps she has found no home"
"Don't, mother The thoughtof her in the
streets, or among suspicious strangers, or
vulgar people is dreadful. We must leave no
means untried to find her. Did she leave no
word, no note?"
"No-none that I know Of"
"Have you looked?"
She shook her head Robert left his I'M
tasted food, and hastily looked in the hall,
then in the parlor, and at last in the library
There was the note in her own delicate
hand.
"DEAR RoBERT-Don't be offended. I can
not eat the bread of idleness now that your
fortune is gone and your salary stopped. If
need your assistance, you will hear from
me. Comfort your mother, and believe that
shall be happier earning my own living.
We shall meet in better times. God bless
you both for your kindness to one who had
no claim upon you! AGNES"
'The dear creature!" said Mrs. Jameson
taking the note and kissing it.
"Why did you let her trunk go, mother.
You might have detained the man who came
for it, and sent for me. would have fol-
lowed him to the ends of the earth"
II don't know, my son. was confused.
hardly knew what happened. I shook SO
that sat down, and Bridget must have got
it."
Tears ran down her cheeks, and her hands
trembled SO that her fork dropped.
3Never mind, dear mother. Pray, be calm.
/ don't wish to disturb YOU"
There was ring at the door. A gentle
man wished to see Mr.. Jameson. Rising
from the table, he went into the parlor.
Mr.. Jameson, began the stranger, in an
agitated manner, "do you know anything
of a young lady named Field-Agnes Field?0
eyes" replied Jameson, with equal excite
ment, Il know her WELL What of her?
Where is she? Have you found her?n
"Found here" said the other with surprise.
us she not here?"
UNn-cha loft thic rnnrni,,r
sand left no word where she was going2n
"None"
"Let me beg of you not to trife with me.
Did she not hear my voice, my step, and at
tempt to excuse herself through you?"
9Sir" exclaimed Robert.
II beg pardon. / have been in search of
her for two days. could not believe she
had eluded me just at the last. I do not
wish to doubt your word.n
"And who may you be, sir to take such an
interest in the ladyw
"I can satisfy you fully. My name is Oak.
hurst
"The painters"
eyes. You must have heard her speak of
me.n
@Never, to my recollection"
.Have you known her longsn
3She is my cousin It is only recently
that she came here, and her acquaitances of
ayear ago might naturally have been passed
over"