The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1894-11-01
CHAPTER VII.
The Meeting.

CHAPTER VII.
The Meeting.
Nearly the whole OF the stipulated
month passed away pleasantly and
swiftly enongh enlivened by daily skir-
mishes with Mrs. Huskin, the beliger-
ent, In which Harriet always come off
victorious, to the formers intense dis
gust, until at length she was finally de-
feated, and Lady Warrenne was look
Ing quite strong and handsome again,
while the baby had grown positively
beauhful-in fact, the most beautiful
baby In THE world-+and knew its mann
ma perfectly. A. least, so its mamma
said, and of course nobody, not even
Mrs. Huslzin, that most formidable per-
sonage, was rude enough to contradict
her.
That Lady Warenne was happy in
her new-found treasure there could be
little doubt. With the little one In her
arms, she was picture Of mingled
pride and intense qualification; yet
there were times, nevertheless, when
her eyes resumed their old, restless,
unsatisfied expression, and when she
would sit before the blazing fire dream
ing for an hour together Of far-off
scenes, to the total forgetfIlness Of all
surrounding objects.
So things went on until Harry's leave
had almost expired, and she and Lady
Warrenne were sitting in the nursery,
the baby slumbering peacefully in its
little cot close by. Katherine had
fallen into one of her absent moods,
and sat gazing with wistful eyes into
the leaping fire, when she was startled
by the touch of Harry's hand laid gent
ly upon her knee.
katherine" said Mrs. Charters,
"why do you not say at once what 1t
is you want, my dear?"
WANT Lady Warrenne repeated,
conscious flush over-spreading her fair
face. "Why, you are dreaming Har-
riet! What can possibly have to wish
for?. / want nothing" And she
glanced with nervous fondness toward
the cradle.
Eyes, you do" returned Harry brave
ly; "you want Mark, you want the best
| fellow that ever breathed; you want
the father of your boy"
ST do not believe he would care to
see him one Bit" Lady Warrenne de
| clared obstinately, going over to the ba-
| bys cradle and kneeling down beside
| it. "In spite of all you say, Harriet,
| you know in your heart he ought to
have written. Not that I care-do not
think it-only-only" postrophizing
the sleeping cherub-"you and l can
| never care to see those that do not care
| to see those that do not care to see us;
| can we my angelo"
But Harriet did care, no matter how
| Indifferent Katherine might profess to
be; so after few minutes had passed
| in thoughtful silence, she made some
| plausible excuse, and quitting the room,
| ran quickly down the stairs, where, in
| the most surreptitious and underhand
! manner imaginable, she found out Sir
Mark Warrenne's address from the
housekeeper, and forthwith indited him
a somewhat lengthy epistle, in which
! she laid before him the exact state of
| affairs and wound up by demanding his
presence at Tyne Royal without loss Of
| time.
This letter she sealed and deposited
in the post-bag, after which she went
! upstairs to Katherine's room, and,
without single sign Of conscious guilt
uron her countenance, entered into
| conversation with that unsuspicious
| woman.
The whole of the next day she watch
ed and waited for some recognition of
her intelligence, until about o'clock,
| when she received an ominous-loolzing
red-colored envelope, which contained q
! telegraphic dispatch from Sir Mark to
the effect that he would reach Tyne
| Royal about 5 or o'clock on the fol-
| lowing evening.
This telegram Mrs. Charters dropped
into her pocket, and said nothing about
it until the next morning at breakfast,
| when
Katherine" she said, slowly, ''some-
thing tells me that Mark will be here to-
/ day!'
! "Oh, Harriet poor Lady Warrenne
| exclaimed, setting down her teacup and
turning so pale that Mrs. Charters was
fairly frightened.
''Now, Katherine, do not be silly
she said, hurriedly rising and pouring
some eau-de-C Cologne upon handker-
| chief, which she applied to Katherine's
forehead There is nothing so very ap-
| palling in what / have said, am sure,
to make you look SO white and scared
He Is only your husband, after all,
you know; though really one would
imagine from your manner that he was
modern Bluebeard at the very least
or wolf in sleeps clothing-or any
thing else equally unpleasant. Look
here; if you faint, my dear, you will
be sorry for it, as protest will elope
with your son and heir before you have
time to recover and carry him off to
Nova Scotia" ...
You wrote to him?" Lady Warrenne
asked, trembling in every limb and TAX
ing no heed of Harriet's good-natured
chatter. 49,.