The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1894-12-21
CHATTER VI
A SHARP Listener.

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II was in July, 1925, and nearly twen-
II years after Arnold Lindsay had 80
unjustly perished on the scanfold, that
q smart and dashing young man, q
traveller for q London firm, arrived at
Bath, on his usual business visit to his
customers there.
And this gentleman went, not to the
Commercial House." but to private
hotel, Of which relative Of his own
was the proprietor.
On the first morning after his arrival,
when rising from bed, he saw lying in
a corner Of his room letter, which,
after awhile he took up, believing 1t
must be one Of his own, and that 1t
had dropped from his pocket on the
previous night.
The letter had been lying open on the
carpet, and % Noel Darlington stopped
to pick 1t up, he saw In moment TINT
1t was not his property, for his eye had
fallen on a name written therein which
had caused him to start and to clutch
eagerly at the paper.
Having read through It hastily, and
with some agitation, he sought his reln-
tive, the master of the hotel, and learn
ed that he had succeeded in. the occupa-
ton Of that room lady who had re-
manned at the house something more
than week, and had departed two
days before, ON her way towards Lon
don.
Could his relative at all describe that
lady? Darlington asked.
No-he had seen but very little of her,
as was indeed the case with most Of
the people who stayed at his house.
Inquiries were made Of the servants
at the hotel. and they could ten but
little concerning the lady, who had
brought with her her own people TO
attend upon her.
They could say nothing about her
age or looks, for no one there had seen
her, except on her arrival and depar-
ture, and on both those occasions her
face had been concealed behind her
veil.
A fortnight afterwards Noel Barring
ton was himself In London, and seated
within n numbering hackney-coach, was
day after day, and almost all day long,
driven about the West-end of town,
anxiOusly inQuiring for one whom at
last he came to believe 1t impossible
he could discover.
"You are better to-day, dear mother
much better, am certain of it!''
The speaker was tall and fair young
girl, and leaning on her arm was the
woman she was addressing.
This last was worn and attenuated,
and hard and rigid IiQes, stamped by
suffering, We're on her once smooth and
handsome face.
She had scarcely passed her fif1eth
year, but looked far older, while her
daughter, who was barely twenty years
OF age. would have been thought to
have seen some seventeen or eighteen
summers at most.
It was near to one Of the parks that
these two were walking.
Il am very, very weak to-day" said
the elder; but the doctor has recon.
mended that I should try and walk
little; the warm sun and soft breeze
would strengthen me, be said; and I
would that It might be 30, IL only for
your dear sake, poor child"
And she looked with plying tender
ness into her daughters face; but her
daughter. assuming cheerfulpess Il
was impossible she could really feel.
rej0lned, smilingly:
do not yield to false Alarms, mother,
and obey the doctors orders; consider
how good he is to u.s.
"Yes. indeed; more to 10 than q phy.
sldan, was the earnest reply. And q
slight blush mounted to the young
girls face.
And ! may never hope to repay him
for all that he has done for me-"
IT he knew, mother. that you were
speaking thus. he would be angry with
you"
III he has many ssch patieats as me-"
the dick woman resumed. "ths worthy
young man win b very long IN MAX
ing his fortune"
mot at IN. since be says No have