Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1898-09-15

| so straight to Mrs. Barclay, ana uull
be put of seeing her. Be firm and keep
your eyes upon her, for, clever us she
is. one can easily tell when Edith Bar
clay Is telling an untruth. You look
grave--why should you hesitate? Think
Of Claude, Judy"
Judith had been doing so; moment
after she said:
"Yes-I will go!''
That's right. dear! Whether your
news Is satisfactory or unsatisfactory.
take it direct to Claude. You will, OF
course, stay in town the night-your
father will arrange that? But you can
come home as early rs you like in the
morning"
ludith'S journey was the most ted!
| Gus that she had over undertaken: she
| could not fix her attention upon Il book.
and. indeed. could hardly appreciate Il
letter from John-which. having come
in by the midday post. she had taken
With her to reld-though it was full of
quaint remarks about men and things
II suppose l am enjoying myself.
Judy" he wound up with. "but heartily
wish that had remained strong enough
to wait and go with YOU. as l should
have found more enjoyment in making
you laugh than anything here affords
me. You know | am afraid to try that
With the rest of the family: Tor the
| mater gets hot and distressed. telling
me that 'QuzZing is vulgarity,' and
the pater asks me, SarcaStcally If l
am making suggestions for his next
book, while Bert never sees Il joke ut
all Only you understand that l can no
more help thinking Of nonsense thln l
v,nin ,1siyN |
We're here for another reason. l daily
meet young girl who is very nearly
as badly crippled as l am, and feel Il
most desperate desire to speak to her;
for. when she is not looking sad, there
is such an amused, take-in-everything
sort of look in her brown eyes that l
long to compare notes with her or
course. dare not speak. though l do
not think she or her attendant would
mind much-her eyes are so soft and
sympathetic when they meet mine. Ii
YOU were here. you would break the ice
for us: us it iS-tO Mr.. Punch'S regret.
at leaSt-hc and she are strangers yet
He had enclosed Il sketch. which sent
Judith into fits of laughter when she
understood it, later; but in the train she
put it away. seeing only group OF
well-drawn sheep on Il rugged hill
with the sea in the distance. at the foot
of which he had written. Sunday on
Sea;iew Hill-A Happy Famly." On
second and closer examination She
understood what the Happy Family
meant. for there was something so RI
diculcusly suggestive in the attitudes
and the expressions he had put into the
faces of his sheep that she identified
each one as Il member of the Hatfield
famiiy-NIr Hatfield lying down. with
his head on one side, looking pensively
out to sea. Mrs. Hatfield beside him.
with her mouth open in the act of fret
fully bleating. Lucy and Frank as
lambs. gamboling at Il little distance;
While John himself. represented rs
misshapen. crooked-legged sheep. stood
apart regarding them all; later. she
learned that he had not accompanied
them.
Judith was warm, dusty and tired
when she reached town; but, having
swallowed 2 cup of tea at the terminus.
she proceeded to the Metropolitan rail
way. where she took train for Rich
mond She did not at all care about
her task for. if there was one person
in the world whom she thoroughly dis
trusted and disliked. that person was
Edith Barclay. nee Chatworthy.
Two years previously, Miss Chatwor-
thy had arrived on a visit to Mrs.
Gardiner, and. being consequently.
thrown very much into the society OF
the Hatfields, she had speedily selected
then as her especial friends. Mrs.
Gardiner knew very little about the
girl, having only met her in town at
the house Of an aunt, where she al
ways behaved so like a lady that the
wears wife, Won over by an artfully-
worled story Of her friendlessness,
kindly asked her to visit her.
Ito be ContInued)