Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1891-08-20
CHAPTER XI.
NEWS!

CHAPTER XI.
NEWS!
"'Tis the sun that brings the cloud.
Shadows of the light are born"
"Vere, Vere," Mrs. Jock cried breath
lessly, 81 knew it was all right knew
my dear old George wouldn't-couldn't
be so horrid as TO sulk or anything like
that. knew it would be all right in
the end"
"Is he coming?" We're asked. She
had grown very white and her lips were
trembling, as were her hands.
Coming? No, poor dear, it will be
long enough before he goes anywhere.
But Jock went up-I was so uneasy,
and he wires to say" and she tried to
smooth the bit of fiuttering paper out,
which, as a brisk breeze was blowing,
she found difficult-'See, this is what
Jock says: Found George In bed, had
bad accident, letter unopened. Come
no to Town at once and bring We're with
YOU. So you see, dear child, it was all
right after ALL"
We're looked at her with profound
dismay. "Where is it all right, I'd like
10 know?". she cried. HE is lying with
a broken leg or head or something, too
i'll even to open your letter-and you
call it all right. l don't see how mat
matters could be very much more all
wrong. And when he does come to him.
self don't suppose he will be any more
forgiving towards me-" she ended with
sob in her throat
Mrs. Jock laughed, although 1t was
not very real-sounding laugh aud
there was a suspicious brightness about
her eyes. sit won't help matters for
YOU and to stay wrangling here, dear
we have to catch the train at six
o'clock. Jock is sure to meet US with
the latest news"
But he did not do so. On the con-
trary, when the train ran into Liver
pool Street Station there was not a
sign of Mr.. Airlie and the hearts OF the
two women sank as they realized the
fact.
"Oh but there is Blackwood," Mrs.
Jock exclaimed suddenly in a tone of
relief "Blackwood is Georges own
man-evidently Jock did not like leav-
ing him. Here we are, Blackwood,"
she called out, 81 suppose you have
come to meet u.s."
eyes, ma'am," he replied; "Mr. Air
lie did not like TO leave my master"
"And how is he? What was wrong
what was the accident?" Mrs. Jock
asked, eagerly.
ga cab accident, ma'am. My master
was knocked down in trying to save a
child from being run over"
"And much hurt? anxtously."
Every seriously hurt, ma'am-con-
cussion Of the brain. Mr.. Lumley has
not known anyone until this afternoon.
"Was Mr.. Airlie with him then?"
eyes, Ma'am-and l think he was
barely conscious when I came away.
have the brougham here, Ma'am, If you
will show me your luggage. And din
ner will be ready by the time you get
there"
Every well-we have our luggage in
the carriage with us-just these things.
Yes, that's ALL"
In few minutes they were comfort
ably installed in Lumley's cosy
brougham. "Blackwood," said Mrs.
Jock, don't you think we had better
send these things off to South Kensing-
ton Square in cab? What's the good
OF dragging them all to st. Johns
| Wood?"
MRS. Pratt has made two bedrooms
ready, Ma'am," Blackwood replied.
'Mr. Airlie thought 1t would be best
for you to remain at the studio, as yeu
would probably be going back to the
Fish Ponds in few days"
"Oh. in that case it is all right" she
said, and then Blackwood shut the door
and the carriage rolled on.
But We're Nugent caught hold of Mrs.
Jocks arm in very agitated kind Of
way. "Mrs. jock" she said in shak-
ing voice, ''you forget-I cannot go and
stay in Mr.. Lumley's house."
"But why?" Mrs. Jack asked mildly,
turning her radiant face on the girl.
''You will be with me-nobody can say
word. We are George Lumley's great
est friends"
"Oh, I'm not thinking of what people
will say" said Miss Nugent in fine
scorn, II never trouble myself very
much about that. 1t is what Mr.. Lum-
ley himself will think. Surprising that
he doesn't want to"
''To forgive you after all?" the little
woman ended for her. "Oh, my dear
child / think you may safely trust my
Jock; he's no fool-he knows. I'm quite
sure he had some special reason for ar
ranging that we should stay at the
studio-at all events, wait until we have
seen Jock. If you would rather not
stay then, you shall 90 down to South
Kensington Square then"
With which, OF course, the girl had
to be content. They drove along almost
| in silence. Mrs. Jock tired and rather
sleepy, We're painfully wide-awake and
anxious, and at last they turned into
the pleasant tree-shaded road in which
the Studio, as Lumley's house was called,
was situated, and in couple of minutes
later had turned in at the gates and
driven up to the house.
1t all seemed strangely quiet and de-
serted. We're walked in conscious that
the entrance-hall was large and softly
carpeted, and hung with many pictures
and trophies Of various kinds. A large
jewelled lamp hung overhead, shedding
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