The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1892-02-14

tell you. It was only that I'm SO FOND
of dear old George, and couldn't
bear to think he should be made un-
aaptY for no real reason, for you do
like him, don't you, We're? Oh, ray
dear, you don't know how dear and
kind and good he is-you'd never think
he was genius if there wasn't all his
lovely pictures hung on tho line every
year to prove it. And he had never
asked anyone else before We're, for he
told me So"
"And he will never ask me agin,"
sobbed We're, in, piteous. strangled
voice.
"Well, SO he said," said Mrs. Jock re-
fcctively-"but then men say great
many things that they don't stick to,
you know, dearie. And why not, dear
old George as well as any other man,
eh? And you do really like him,
Vcre?"
We're, however, had nothing definite
to say on this subject, but she cried a
great deal and Mrs. Jock gathered that
she was just as heart-brolsen for love of
George Lumley as George Lumley was
heart-broken for love of her.
And he had positively vowed that he
would never ask her to marry him
again!
Two days later, Mrs. Jock got a tele-
gram from the city.
We're, Vere," she cried, breathlessly,
81 knew it was all right knew my
dear old George wouldn't sulk. knew
it would be all right in the end"
SIS 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 to town. was so
uneasy, and he wires to say"-and she
tried to SIN both the bit of futtering
paper out, which, as brisk breeze was
blowing, she found very difficult see,
this is what Jock says: Found George
in bed, had bad accident, letter un-
opened Come up to town ut 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 dis
may. "Where is it all right, I'd like to
know" she cried. ''He is lying with a
broken leg or head or something, too ill
to open your letter-and you call it all
right. don't see how matters could
be very much more wrong. And when
he does come to himself don't suppose
he will be any more forgiving toward
me, she ended, with sob in her throat
Mrs. Jock laughed, although it was
not very real sounding laugh, and
there was 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
n r1nolr SC e.
the latest news"
trary, when the train ran into Liverpool
street station there was not n sign of
Mr.. Airlie, and the hearts of the two
women sank as they realized the fact.
"Oh! but there is Blnckwood," Mrs.
Jock exclaimed suddenly, in a tone oil
relief. "Blaclswood is Georges own
nan-evidcntly Jock did not like leav
ing him. Here we are, Blaclwood, =
She called out II suppose You have
come to meet u.s.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied; sNIr. 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 maste,
was knocked down in trying to save q
child from being run over"
"And much hurt?" anxiously.
VERY seriously hurt, ma'am-con-
cussion of the brain. Mr.. Lumley ha.
not known anyone until this after
noon"
'Was Mr.. Airlie with him then?"
"Yes, ma'am-and I think he wa.
barely conscious when came away.
have the brougham here, ma'am"
In a few minutes they were com
fortably installed in Lumlcy's cozy
brougham, 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 gate
and driven up to the house.
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
jeweled lamp hung overhead, she'd
ding soft light around, and big dog
came to meet them. Then Jock
Airlie came hurriedly down the stairs