The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1897-10-12
CHAPTER VIII


Surely it was not fancy on my part
that showed me the figure of Covey
Cone on the other side of the street at
the moment I emerged from the lower
door of my apartments on my way to
call upon Miss Lawrence.
At the instant Of catching sight of the
detective he seemed to have been paus-
ing, as if to fasten his shoe, but imme-
diately resumed his brisk walk in tho
opposite direction from the one taken by
me and without looking across. I
thought nothing more of it, though it
would have been well had I done so.
was kept waiting but brief while
in the beautiful reception room at -
Madison avenue, when I heard light
footstep on the stairs, and the next mo.
ment Jeanette Lawrence bounded into
the room and into my arms.
There was no helping it. The petite,
black eyed beauty, overlooking with hap
piness and high spirits, never hesitated,
and could do nothing less than return
the fervent kiss and embrace. Then, as
sank into a chair. she did the same close
beside Inc, and, reaching over with her
fairylike hand, sent a thrill through
every fiber Of my being by gently bush
ing away curl from my forehead, as
doubtless she had done many time
with Harold Westcott.
Dear Harold, how do you feel?" she
asked in voice of infinite tenderness.
II never was SO frightened in my life
after you had forced mother back into
my lap and you were thrown from your
horse. 1t must have hurt you dread
fully"
Eyes, was pretty well shaken up,
but have fuzzy recovered"
How thankful l ami I sprang out
of the carriage as soon as The team was
stopped and knelt over you. I wished
them to bring you to our house, but the
officer said you must 60 to the hospital,
and mother had tainted, and by the time
really comprehended what was going
on they had taken you away"
land how is your mother?'
Barring little nervousness, there
are no ill effects from the accident. But
here she comes"
The beaming, matronly woman walk
ed straight to me with extended hand
and implanted a motherly kiss on my
cheek.
"You dear, good boy" she said, de-
liberately seating herself and folding
her arms across her ample bosom. lyon
risked your life for u.s. II You had not
pushed me back into Jeanette's lap. !
should have been killed"
ut was rather alarming time, but
it is fortunate that it ended 70 well. I
understand your coachman was badly
hurt"
quite badly, but he is mending and,
the doctor says, will come around if no
complication intervenes. You seem to
be well. Haroldp'
Eyes; better than had right to ex-
pect. was considerably bruised. but
the only ill effects are peculiar affec-
ton Of my memory, due, l suppose, to
the violent jar. 1t plays odd pranks with
me ut tines.
trust tho recording angel blotted out
that assertion, fer it held not n grain Of
truth, and its only palliation lay in the
motive with which it was uttered
The chat went on in an aimless way
for some time. when the mother with
drew, and jeanette and l were left
Llone.
II hope you were not offended" she
ventured, with her bewitching smile, tat
the deception we played Oh YOU"
offended What q strange remark,
OF course / did not expect to see you
and could hardly believe that 1t was you
when I caught glimpse Of your fright
lned face in the carriage"
but you must have recognized
mother1"