Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1895-07-18
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THURM0NT Frederick County, Maryland, Thursday July IS, 1885,

felt in my inner pocket only to find the
crisp notes safely there.
Jack and I opened the house and
brought out rugs for the porch and were
talking about nothings that we always
talk when saw Harry Allan approach
ing. JACK grumbled at the threatened
interruption to our tete'a tete, but both
of US really liked Harry and we felt it
was only sel6shness that made US dislike
to have him with US, 50 we welcomed
him and after all we had very pleasant
evening.
Wont you sing for US. Miss Clyde?'
asked Harry, later il the evening, and
so l went to the piano, leaving the men
to their cigars. But after one or two
songs Jack followed me in. l remem-
Der singing NJ wish I were where the
Gady Runs" but I did not mean it at
all. would not have been anywhere
in all the world except right there. with
Jack leaning oyer the piano and joining
in the music with his deep,mellow voice.
Harry was forgotten and when he came
in to bid me good night it was with a
start that I remembered be was one of
the party.
YOU surely won't stay here to night
will you, Miss Clyde? Can't induce
you to 90 home with me? Mother will
be charmed to have you
>Oh, no, thank you, Mr.. Allan; | am
not bit afraid, and then, you know, |
have to get down town so early. have
not attended to fathers business, and if
| stayed at your house, | would disturb
dear Mrs. Allan, who, l know, is used
to her late breakfast. BY ten o'clock |
expect to have my errands done and be
on my way to the station
Dorothy. dear. don't stay here; do go
to Mr.. Allan's or the Browns
why, Jack. you are as foolish as
mamma, You need not talk about it;
l am determined to stay aad proye to
all you fussy bodies that AN American
girl is quite safe in her own house even
if alone
Well, if you are determined, sup
pose there is nothing I can say. espec-
tally as Jacks advice don't Co. laughed
Harry, and bidding me good night, ran
down the steps. Jack stayed a few
minutes longer and then said:
Good night. foolish little girl. You
will be sorry tomorrow when you see
me looking worn and haggard after a
sleepless night worrying gabout you. You
ought to be made to obey, but declare
cant undertake task at which your
parents have so signally failed
And dear sweet Jack kissed me good
night and lett.
When he was really gone I regretted
the foolish pride that mad made me stick
to my threat of remaining alone in that
great ,dreary house, but repentance came
TOO late. Feeling nervous and excited
| took book to my room and read Tor
half-hour or 80, trying to quit my
disturbed nerves.
Finally, getting somewhat sleepy, l
began to prepare for bed. AS stepped
to the dressing case to braid my hair
for the night the first glance into the
mirror revealed the face of Harry Allan
at the transom. Ny first thought was
that was in some danger and he had
come to protect me. My impulse was
to call him by name, but as look ed
again his desperate expression showed
me that should speak or scream nc
course would be too brutal for him
For one momenc felt numb and cold
and any action seemed impossible, but
| reused myself and by what now seems
an almost superhuman effort forced
myself to carry out plan that formu-
lated like flash in my dazed brain.
With trembling hands I arranged my
hair and when l had finished went tc
the pocket of my gown and took out the
package of money, looking at it and
counting it in as interesting manner as
l could feign. Then carefully placed
it under some boxes in my bureau draw
er. All this time I felt his cleaning
eyes upon me, though ]. did not again
have the courage to look into the glass
Before went to bed l knelt nown tc
pray, in hope that some latent feeling
, .ome inherent goodness, might come tc
, that wretched man at the sight of limo
, cent devotion. My only prayer was
, God help me God help me! ! turned
the light low and laid myself in bed
acting like some one in trance l
thought can this be can this be Doro-
thy Clyde? :,
/ closed my eyes and waited. II
!, seemed lifetime before | heard Harry
Allan let himself down over the transon7