The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1895-02-06
WHOLE NO. 227I.

the meaning of this extraordinary dis
appearance Something unexpected
has occurred. She has missed her
train. She has been Over-pcrsuaded
to stay the night-many things might
have happened, but yOur-yOur un-
warrantable surmise is-tOO-tOO pre-
posterous. Ii Gwen were guilty Of de-
ceiving me, Td-Td renounce her
| forever"
"You must not b. too hard. If we
can only prevent scandal. / should
still be ready to carry out your wishes.
II
"What is to BE- done next, Philip
resumed his uncle rs ifhe had moi heard
him.
81 am 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.
81 am quite certain you DO Gwen the
greatest injustice, but my dear bog,
come tD me tomorrow morning early,
a. early, as you can. There Is not
much doing tomorrow, that case is not
on till-tili wednesday, and young
Pounceby can manage very well, at
least for Il few hours, and we must
know something certain by the after
noon. No Use in expecting her to-
night, Philip. Take some brandy and
soda before You so. want some my
self.
Both felt little more hopeful after
partaking Of this refreshment, when
they parted with some solemnity, and
Blount made his way TO his own place
where me passed wretched night, har-
rassed by frightful dreams, in which he
found himself minus both the 'beaUz
and yeuX" and the ''cas-ette," of which
he hoped to possess himself
Aftera hasty visit to this Office, for
he never neglected business, Blount
hurried to Lonsdale Gardens
"Wel!, Philip, have you telegraph
ed - was Mr.. Ardelrs saIutatiOn.
''No, sir, thought you would, and
two wires would seem ridiculous and
suspicious"
''What matter, 50 long as we get in
formation ~ cried his uncle testify.
''l Will 90 and telegraph myself"
said Blount, anxious to be up and do
ing, and bent his steps to a central
Office at some distance, fancying il
would lie more rapidly dispatched than
from the little local pOstOfiice in
bakers shop. Returning, a runaway
horse and smashed vehicle impeded his
progress, and on his arrival James IT,
ceived him with smiles. "Miss Dash
wood i upstairs sir-arrivcd just after
YOU went out -
Blount rushed upstairs, two steps at
a time, flung open the door and behcld
his uncle standing on the hearth rug,
playing neryOusly with his ''pince-pez,'
while, still in her hat-a very becOm- /
ing One-an open telegram in her
hand, Gwen WAS walking up and down
in not to put too fine point upon it, |
a towering rage.
'To make all this fuss about moth |
ing - she was saying. .'To insult me
with such suspicious and You, uncle,
To believe them All, Philip, | won
der You dare to look me in the face , |
know it is all your doing. You have
upset Uuncle Ardell frightfully, he is !
quite i'll. How dare YOU accuse me Of |
such baseness? Yes, Uncle has told |
me everything, and see that YOU are |
a low-minded; disagreeable creature,
and was beginning to think better of
you. The whole mystery has arisen
from a mistake, either of mine or the
telegraph clerk at R. The telc-
gram | though | sent-that | intended
to send-was: Shall not be home to-
night Either he or I omitted the
negative ~
My dear Gwen," began Blount, i'm
ploringly.
ION l uciI ne Stc interrupted
AS to Mr.. Everard, he had quarrel
with his fiance, an old schoOlfellow of
mine. nave helped to reeoncile..them,
and she has asked him to meet her and
her mother III Paris"
''But, Gwen, if You knew my feel
ingsr'
"If you had kept them to yourself,
and not tried to make mischief with
my uncle, and lower me in his opinion,
might forgive; n il i, ! shall have
no more 20 DO with YOU Philip.
And she kept her word.