Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1893-06-09

away. And yet, when one comes to
think of it, we might have guessed.
1t was having thought of them always
as old that put us off the scent. What
are you going to doP"
With a sudden plunge into abnor-
NAL and feverish activity, Cameron
was making hasty toilet.
"Going next door," Here he seized
his hair-brush. ITO soc the old lady,"
Frenzied brushing of the hair. "Apolo-
gize-grovel--call ourselves names
especially myself" He flung down
the brushes and battled with new
necktie. and-and--if dare
If she doesn't sit upon me too much
mention, suggest
He stopped short and remained COM
paratively still for a few moments,
lost in contemplation of possibilities.
Temple assumed warning frown.
II shouldn't be in too great huI
ry, if | were YOU" he said mildly.
"If you haven't said anything to the
daughter, shouldn't burn my ships
just yet. You see there's such n lot
to be thought of just now, with the
governor coming and this difficulty
about getting out the colonel-with
out offending him, you know"
"Of course, that's all you think
aboutm
Come now, be reasonable. You
know what a row there'd be if the
governor guessed we'd been letting
lodgings, standing so much on dignity
as he does. We should be in for it
all around"
"Well, why don't you tell the col
onel just how we're placed"
Temple grew red and nervous.
"He might not be any easier TO
manage than the governor, he pro-
| tested cautiously. "However, I'm
going to do the next thing to tim
going to tell Linda all about it"
Cameron looked interested. He
was ready to start by this time, and
was surveying himself in the glass
with more criticism than admiration.
''She always takes little walk by
herself on the promenade after din
ner, while the old gentleman has a
nap" Temple went on. And | gen.
orally that is l sometimes-meeth her
Whom
"When she gets round the corner, :"
finished Cameron with a nod of intel
ligence, as he left the room on his
| expedition.
He knocked at the door of the next
house in state Of acute anxiety. His
collar felt too tight, mis- boots too
small. He could scarcely find voice
enough TO ask whether Miss Hutch
inson was at home.
"I'll see, sir" said the prim and
elderly housemaid.
And she left him standing in the
hall, while she opened a door, asked
a question, received an answer, and
finally asked the visitor to walk in.
But alas! The occupant of eae room
was not Miss Hutchinson, but plain
ly dressed, elderly lady, whom he at
once guessed to be her mother. She
was knitting in an easy chair, and
she laid her hands down on her lap
and gave him keen glance and a
slight bend of the head by which
cool greeting he knew that he was
not specially welcome.
"Have the pleasure of speaking
to Mrs. Hutchinson?" asked Cameron,
in voice which scarcely expressed
the emotion his words implied.
Il am Mrs. Hutchinson. You, /
suppose, are one OF the young
Monksp"
"Yes. came to say how very
sorry | am that-that-" He STAN
mered, feeling the immense difficulty
of the task as he had not felt it be-
fore. What was the use of apologize
ing to this cold mask before himP
1t was not bad face, rather an hon
est, fearless, truthful face, but hard,
as if the world had used its owner
none too gently.
AS if this stammering person were
not worth listening to, Mrs. Hutchin-
son took up her knitting. The click
click of the needles irritated the
young fellow beyond measure. How
ever, if she liked to be nasty" she
certainly had had cause, and Cameron
went on bravely as soon as he found
words.
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