The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-05-24

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perturbed. He was wondering where
and how Miss Warde and Mr.. Weare had
/ known each other, and what would be
the result OF their chance meeting. An
other thing puzzled him. It. was GER
tainly not surname that had escaped
Weare's lips on first recognition, but it
] also was not Ellen;" 1t had longer,
softer sound. He thought the name
must have been /" Elaine"
The subject OF that afternoons incl
dent was not broached until Mr. Weare
said, as they were about to retire.
BY the bye, what was the name Of
the old gentleman we visited today"
:" Mr.. Bowyer. lie practiced as law
yer In Australia, believe. !"
And-and the young lady 2"
She is Miss Ellen Warde, his niece. y
"Have they been here any time 2"
about six months. Good night, !"
said the colonel, CURLY, closing the con-
versation very abruptly.
The next morning Colonel Severn
/ found his visitor down before him. and
pacing the terrace in front Of the house.
| They were in the middle OF converse
ton when the undergardener returned
with his empty basket from the Dover.
/ Colonel Severn's quick sight immedi-
ately detected letter in the mans hand,
indeed he had half expected that Ellen
would write to him that day to claim his
promised aid. He made hasty move
ment forward, and had sn0tched 1t inn
l. nat hnf fhn ha1 80.
explain that 1t was not for him, but Mr..
Weare. Relinquishing it at once, he
still could not but see that the direction
was in Ellen's handwriting, and o sharp
pang Of jealousy made him unable to do
more than stammer out an apology. Then
he turned abruptly on his heel and went
indoors for awhile.
Gerald Weare however showed no ella
tion-indeed the anxious expression on
his face became intensifledsas he broke
the seal and read the letter. When he
came to the end Of it, he tore the paper
into shreds, and followed his host into
the house.
No allusion was made to the letter dur
Ing breakfast; and when the meal was
panion what he would like to do.
Not that have many amusements to
offer you,' he added, ruefully !" but we
might ride or drive into Greathaven, or
knock over few rabbits and hares, II
you care to walk with your gun"
Would you mind,n asked Gerald
Weare, depreoatingly, "if went some
where on my own account this mornings
There is something ought to do-some-
thing that has turned up rather unex-
peetedly, In fact"
My dear fellow, don't explain" in
terrupted the colonel, hastily; III wish
you to do exactly as you please exactly
as you would do If you were in your own
house. We shall meet at luncheon, I
dare,say."
He helped himself to cigar, and
pushed the box toward his guest; but it
remained unnoticed for awhile. Gerald
Weare was deep in thought, from which
he aroused himself only to remember
how strange his conduct must appear in
the coloneps eyes.
1t is more than good of you to let
me come and go unquestioned like this!"
he exclaimed. 1t is hospitality in its
truest and widest sense. The fact is,
Miss Warde and are not strangers we
have met before, and"
And You naturally wish to see her
AGAIN." he asked Gerald Weare.
Yes-that is just it," he answered,
availing himself Of the suggestion. 81
will walk over there now, II you will
excuse me-
He rose and, with nod and smile Of
farewell, left the room. George Severn
remained alone, moodily smoking. He
understood at last. This was the man
Elaine loved--he called her Elaine" in
his thoughts already-the name suited
her SO well, it became familiar at once
1t never entered his head to doubt that
her love was returned; at any time he
would have secuted the idea that it was
possible she should cherish an un-
requited passion.
With hali-smothered groan Severn
rose and flung away the cigar he had
already suffered to die out. Maddened
by the thought that already probably
they were together, and all the misery of
the days during which they had been sep
arated forgotten in the blissful present,
he snatched up his hat and went out, with
no destination in view, only with the
settled intention OF avoiding the neigh
borhood Of the Dover House.
He walked on rapidly, his eyes fixed
upon the ground, scarcely knowing inE
which direction he was going, when
suddenly, passing through narrow lane,
he stumbled, and, instinctively looking
up to see whittier he was walking, he
saw little way in front Of himthe futter
Of a petticoat A second glance showed
him that the woman was Mrs. Priolo;
and something in her action struck him
as SO peculiar that he stood still and
watched her movements.
She was bent nearly double, creeping