The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1892-04-02
CHAPTER NJ,

! face With young man.
Il beg your pardon" he said in a
pleasant voice; Il fear I startled you.
Only very slightly" she returned,
trying to regain her self -pcssession-
DO you wish to see grandpa2"
If grandpa is Mr.. Willard, that is my
wish"
He is Mr.. Willard. Walk in, please.
I will tell him." Opening the door she
led the way to the parlor. Will you
give me your name, pleasel" There was
a seconds hesitation on the young mans
part. Then in a peculiar voice he an
swered, Beverly.
Her face changed visibly, and a low
exclamation escaped her.
Did you say Beverly" she asked,
with disturbed air.
Yes. miss, Jack Beverly"
Without a word Mary stepped out of
the room, repeating the words:
Jack Beverly. His name is Jack
Beverly"
Grandpa, his name is Jack Beverly"
What, my dear?" questioned Mr.. Mil
/ lard, with decided surprise, as Mary
came upon him with this announcement.
A gentleman who wishes to see you,
grandpa, and
a strange gentleman, Nary
yes, strange gentleman, andFhis
name is Jack Bev--
so YOU have said, my dear. You are
very nervous, Mary. What is 1t, my
child?"
Il am afraid to think, she answered,
as he laid his hand upon her head.
| There are a thousand questions in my
mind now. II cannot dare to answer
them. You had better go, grandpa. lie
/ is waiting"
1T is strange" she heard him muir
mur as he left the ROOM
1T is more than strange, she re-
peated. throwing herself on a chair and
leaning her head upon the desk.
/ She was in this position half hour
! later, when her grandfather returned.
There has been a very curious mis-
take, he said as Mary looked up ques-
tioningly. The Mr.. Beverly / have
/ just been talking with is the son of my
/ old friend He has been staying with
I another Mr.. Willard, whom he has been
taking for me, and
How did he discover all this?'
He has seen Jack, and they have
! been comparing notes. Each has found
out that the other has made similar
mistake"
Where is he?'
Gone to look about the village. l
/ have in-"
Il don't mean this Mr.. Beverly" in
terrupted Mary with quick frown.
"Oh, Jack. He is in South Weston.
Did Ja-the other Mr.. Beverly know
this one was coming here?"
Really, l did not ask, my dear;
though it is very likely"
You said you invited him to dinner,
did you not? ] must let Jeanette
know"
4 m!lute Eater, she entered the kitch
eli, with the abrupt announcement:
Jeanette, Mr.. Beverly will be here
TO dinner"
Jeanette dropped the potato she was
peeIing You don't mean- she ex-
claimed.
NO, don't mean that one, returned
Mary, with gulp in her throat. This
is quite another one entirely"
Another one." repeated the surprised
Jeanette. Mercy, save us. There
amt another one of them Mr.. Beverlys
a-comng.
Another one of them Mr.. Beverlys,
Jeanette? What a peculiar expression.
| only know there's a man cnlling to
dinner named observation-disclosures that's
all | want to know.
And fearing a further exhibition of
feeling, Mary rushed from the room.
Queer" commented Jeanette, apos
trophizing the potatoes. L wonder how
this one'll turn OUT"
Beverly returned shortly before din
ner, and Mary followed her grandfather
to the parlor. She did not feel in humor
for conversation. So she contented her
self with quietly observing their visitor,
conscious that he. in his turn, was like
wise observing her.
Miss Willard he said at last, so sud
denly as to almost make her start, l
have been telling your grandfather what
a beautiful place Weston is. dare say,
however, you are more familiar with Its
charms. as no doubt you go there quite
frequently"
Il haven't lately" she responded.
THAT is, not until the other day. II
went there then
Ali" he questioned, observing her
nervous manner. Il dare say you have
friends there"
"Only one very humble one-Mrs.
Thomson. You know her-that is, you
have spoken to her, maybe. She told
me about Weston and about
She paused in helpless embarrass-
ment
Il suppose I'm making fool of my
self" was her inward comment, but |
cannot help it. I'll die if I don't know.
!; l shall have to ask him outright present
w. Why won't he say something? How
can grandpa sit here and talk so coolly
of other things? If l only had chance?'
She made her own chance after dim
ner. She was sitting alone with Bever-
ly. her grandfather having left them, to
, find book from which he had been quot
, ing, when, without apparent reason, she
, dropped the subject they had been dis
cussing, and, turning to him, asked,
with noticeable eagerness:
DO Won know Miss Ellis? You have
, been staying in South Weston" she
; went or in explanation Of her question,
! land l dare say you have met her.
, Il have he answered" with a pecul
) lar CLEAN in his eye. She is Mr.. Mil
; !ard's-my Mr.. Millard, he added, with
4 a laueh-"stepdaugh Therefore, /
I have had unusual opportunities to Guilt
waite her acquaintance. We are, | am
' happy to say, very excellent friends.
And more" added Mary, in a low
g voice. II beg your pardon. | thought
so"
With which ambiguous remark Mary
gave him questioning glance, and,
r reading her answer in his face, left her
. chair with the abrupt words:
0 Grandpa is coming. Please excuse
: me-"
/ Going, Nary" asked Mr.. Millard
{ meeting her at the door.
+ Please don't speak to me, she cried,
: darling by him.
: The old gentleman looked surprised.
Turning TO Beverly he said, in some
anxiety:
d Pray excuse me a moment, sir. My
r granddaughter does not seem we'll"
o In her own room he found Mary on
b.r and har i,fl1feJ in tho
q bed
: Lifting her with gentle hand, he drew
!, her toward him. Since when have |
i" lost tho right 10 your confidence, be
asked, stroking her hair With caressing
touch. You have something to tell me,