Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1895-01-31

weapons without a moments delay,
and then go with Bell and get your
outfit; / pay for those pans. and now,
don't go about the place croMin oSer
the other servants
sOl Lord, sir, IL you were TO hear
then over my teeth you'd take back
that order. Seem likewise that the
teeth came out of your honor's own
pocket and are q credit TO your es-
adjustment, as the dentist hisseH
said"
xviii you be good enough to so TO
the devil, Tolly, I'm busy
7 Yes sir" said Tolly. ard he took
himself Off to crow conscientiously the
rest of the day,
For the next two months Gwen com
ported herself TO the satisfaction Of
no one; she was reticent with the Eel
loves, and her mother simply appalled,
| her.
| Mrs. Warnings nervous gentle little
attempts at being a mother; the deli
cate tendrils she kept constantly Civ
ing out in her daughters direction
expression of the emotions, simply
her queer quaint experiments in the
worried Gwen to death. She refused
to let herself see the pathos of 1t all,
or be touched by IT.
Indeed, as time went on and her
weakness grew more apparent to
others, the derneanor of her mother
grew into terror TO her. She would
| fly from it to her own room, where
she would sit with her idle hands ly-
ing in her lap in a quiet agony of
her loneliness.
lit was q point of honor with her 10
keep herself calm; she ate and drank
too, and she rested obediently when
ever Mary, who had taken the physical
part of her under her charge, said
she needed rest; she drove when the
old woman prescribed air. and walked
when movement was supposed to be
in her absolute yielding to orders con
corning her health.
During this time Mr.. Waring made
a wild attempt to expand into a father.
| He would issue from time to time from
his library with a bundle OF random
papers in his hand, and entertain
Gwen with discourse grave and gay,
mostly concerning Africa, of which
continent he had rather poor opinion
and which he painted with lurid colors.
| AS he reeled out anecdotes of the
| gruesomeness of the climate, the I'M
practicabiity of travelling, the hideous
| forms of disease assumed. the congen-
| ital villainy of the natives, more es-
pecially OF that portion Of the land
into which Strange meant to penetrate,
and Of which he certainly possessed a
most intimate knowledge, Gwen used
to watch him with curious cold sort
of pain, and wonder If he were human,
till one day Mrs. Fellowes found out
the existence of these CHASTITY enter
tainments and stopped them.
One morning when Mr.. Warning was
thus engaged, his wife sped away in
a half furtive fashion and shut her
Self into the children'S nursery. Kneel-
ing down by the drawers she began
to pull out great heaps Of soft white
lawn and lace and creamy flannel,
then with much puzzled doubt she set
to sorting the things into little heaps,
| each after it's kind; when that was
done she went softly out, and in a
few minutes returned with old Mary
HAS my daughter provided herself
with those little things?" she asked
neryously.
II don't know. ma'am; | was think
| ing Of speaking to her OH the subject"
These are good, are they not. The
do not see any holes"
Lord ma'am, they are like new. it
| isn't likely that I'd have my clothes
| torn after two babies, I've brought
a set through six, ma'am!'
''Do the fashions in these things
change, Mary?"
Bless You, no, ma ami Set up long
clothes babies with shionsw
Mary, would you e good enough
to get me a pretty basketT'
You couldn't have a prettier one
than this one, ma'am," said Mary,
pulling out the old lace and muslin
one that had held the belongings of
her own baby children.
Mrs. Warning took up the thing and
examined it curiously, and thought Of
the awe with whicli she used to regard
it,.
do babies nowadays use these
things?' she asked.
lord, ma'am, yes, and will till the
millennium"
Mrs. Waring put the little things In
delicately, one by one.
Now, Mary, | will take them to
my daughter" she said, with little
culver of her lips.
She knocked gently at her daughters
door.
AS 1t happened she could hardly have
come at worse time. Gwen had just
escaped from her father: besides, for
three weeks now, there had come No
news from Strange, and in spite of
herself she was all on edge with
unnamed terrors.
When Mrs. Warnings knock came,