The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1891-04-23
A FAMILY AFFAIR.
ny HUGH CONWAY

CHAPTER XVI fCoNrISuED).
With minds i'll at ease they sought dis
traction In their housekeeping. Although
as rule the Table s were inst. II
cheesparing In their management
unreasonable, II exacting In their re luire
inents, to-day they drove the cook and
poo Whitaker almost frantic, and set
both wondering ''wha ever the masters
were going to get to?'
In the meantime Beatrice had carried
her white face to her own room, She
locked the door, threw herself upon a
couch where for long time she sat with
her hands pressed against her brows
She did not weep, nor was her | ok that
OF one resignng herself to fate and get
tlng ready to yield to the inevitable.
She rose, rang tho bell, and gave orders
Tor the boy to be brought to her He soon
ran into tho with the cry Of delight with
which he always greet d her. Miss Clan
son took the little fellow on her Ian
clasped him to her heart str3ked and
curled his pretty, rutfed, bright hair
called him thousand endearlng names
and strange dimnutlves, kissed him on
MS lips, his O. es, his neck, his dimpled
arms an In legs, and generally went
through the well known ceremony O
chlld worship. 1t was clear that no leral
menace, however dire, would make her
aclulesce in the tame surrender of her
pet contemplated by her uncles, Not
one OF her many and rather wild eiacula-
lions so much as limited at possibility of
an impending separation. In no sense
were her caresses, some of which were
fearful ones, intended as a farewell.
by and by, with face even paler than
before, Beatrice took the child by the
hand and went down stairs. She paused
Tor second before the closed door of the
room In which she had left her uncles
can see no other way. 1t must BIZ
done y she muttered. Then like one full
OF solemn purpose she entered the roam
Whatever she may have been about to do.
inc empty T. ON seemed to give her n well
come respite. She gave breath of relief.
nevertheless 1t seemed that the respIte
was to be bat short. for, after waiting a
rev minutes and finding neither Horace
nor Herbert appear, she turned as II to 90
In search OF them.
But at that moment her mood changed
once more, or an alternative course at
last presented itself. A tinge of color
leaped back to her cheek. With Quick
steps she led the boy away. and having
consigned him to Mrs. Miller's care. again
sought her own room. and again sat for n
long time In deep tho ight. at is but
slender chance" she whispered. .'but IL
can be tried. To-day is Thursday. and
no 4 eps are to be taken until Saturday. -
After this she wrots note TO Sylyanns
Mordle ask ng h m IL he could come to the
housc aud see her either that afternoon or
early the next morn n.y. She sent the
motto down to the village and then went in
search of her uncles.
lyon will not answer the solIeitor's
letter. hope, - she said.
NO 1t needs no answer The delivery
OF The boy will be answer enough
In the afternoon Sylyanus trotted nm nm
ms tr cycle. His face was radiant from
the combined effects of the SHARP, fresh
ar, the exercise, and the delight at hay-
ing received such summons from Miss
Claus N. -'''''
You want me" said Sylvanus. .'Be-
hold me. Here am. -
want you to do me favor, so ven
tured to write to you. Beatrlce's words
were convent nal, but there was some
thihg IN her manner which made the
quick wltted young clergyman W nder.
omnand me-in anything very
'hips all. He spoke even more Quickly
ana emphatlcally than was his wont. In
MS heart The good fellow fancied his aid
was needed for someth ng concerning CIR
Iu'hers whom he persisted In believing
Beatrice loved, Nevertheless he would
Willingly have done all he could to HELM TO
happiness the man who hal taken every
vestige of hope from him.
but the favor resolved itself into this
would Mr.. Mordle accompany Miss Clau-
'on tomorrow morningt to Blacktown? She
lad private Grand which took her to a
part OF the city of which she knew little
IT nothing. Sylvanus felt and expressed
himself greatly Eonored. At what time
'honld he call for her? Would she walk
Ut drive Beatrice looked at him and spoSe
iery slowly and as IL with an effort.
II wish no one mot even my uncles. 10
know of this excursion, " she said. HWould
you meet me at the crossroads at ten
''eloek to morrow m rning? II l trespass
IN your time please say 80"
''Trcspass! BY no means. Ten O'Clock.
shall be waiting for you."
''trrand Of charity, OF courseP" he said.
making the quest oning assertion not for
urlosity but as salye to his conscience.
1T Is an errand OF no evil said Bea-
rice gravely. Her words satisfied Sylvan
s as the words OF fair woman ALWAYS
atlsfy the conscience of man. The
mount OF conviction carried by beauty is
ruly wonderful.