Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1895-03-29

aghast. "Why, what-what can be the
meaning of this-this extraordinary
disappearance! Something unexpected
has occurred. She has missed her
train. She has been over-persuaded to
stay the night-many things might
have happened, but your-your UNI
warrantable surmise is--too-too pre-
posterous. If Gwen were guilty of de-
ceiving me, I'd-rd-renounce her for
ever"
"You must not be too hard. If we
can only prevent scandal. 1 should
still be ready to carry. out your wishes.
T."
! "What is to be done next, Philip"
resumed his uncle as if he had not
heard him.
I'm sure hardly know, sir. Shall /
call at Everard's club tomorrow and
ascertain if possible when he returns?
But of course he will leave little or no
trace of his movements"
II am quite certain you do Gwen the
greatest injustice, but, my dear boy,
come to me tomorrow morning early,
as early as you can. THERE'S not much
doing tomorrow, that case is not on
till till Wednesday, and young
Pounceby can manage very well, at
least for few hours, and we must
know something certain by the after
noon. ouse in expecting her tonight,
Philip. Take some brandy and soda
before you go. l want some myself"
Both felt a little more hopeful after
partaking of this refreshment, when
they parted with some solemnity, and
Blount made his way to his own place,
where he passed a wretched night. har-
assed by frightful dreams, in which he
found himself minus both the ''beauz
yeux' and the ''cassette,' of which he
hoped to possess himself.
After hasty visit to the Office, for
he never neglected business, Blount
hurried to Lonsdale Gardens.
"Well, Philip, have you telegraphed?"
was Mr.. Ardell's salutation.
mo, sir, thought you world, and
two wires would seem ridiculous and
suspicious"
What matter, so long as we get in.
formation?' cried his uncle testify.
IL will go and telegraph myself" said
Blonnt, anxious to be up and doing,
and bent his steps to central Office at
some distance, fancying it would be
more rapidly dispatched than from the
little local post Office in u bakers shop.
Returning, q runaway horse and q
smashed vehicle impeded his progress,
and on his arrival James received him
with smiles. Miss Eastwood is up
stairs. sir-arrived just after you went
out!'
Blount rushed upstairs, two steps at
time, flung open the door and beheld
his uncle standing on the hearth-rug,
playing nervously with his ''pince-nez;'
while, still in her hat-a very becoming
one-an open telegram in her hand,
Gwen was walking up and down in
mot to put too fine point upon it)
towering rage.
ITO make all this fuss about moth
ing" she was saying. ITO insult me
with such suspicious, and you, uncle,
to believe them! All, Philip, I won
der you dare to look me in the face!
know it is all your doing. You have
upset Uncle Ardell frightfully, he is
quite ILL., How dare you accuse me Of
such baseness! Yes, uncle has told me
everything, and l see that you are
low-minded, disagreeable creature, and
l was beginning to think better Of you.
The whole mystery has arisen from
mistake, either Of mine or the tele-
II
thought sent-that l intended to
send-was: Shall not be home to.
night Either he or l omitted the
negativew
my dear Gwen," began Blount, inn
ploringly.
"Don't dear mer' she interrupted.