Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1899-01-17
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in hurry. What is the meaning of
this crowd?"
"They have come to see the fire,
ma am" the policeman answered civil
ly "I'm afraid you-will have to go
round -
But we are almost there-the Ran
gun cIub!' she cried
cts the club that is on fire, ma am, :"
the policeman answered. Then, as she
turned white he added kindly, "Don t
be frightened, ma'am; they've got the
fire W ell in hand by this time and every
one is out. -
"All safe?" Mrs. Trelawney gaspcd
"WelI, few broken bones and such
like" said the policeman cheerfully
Nothing to speak of, ma 'am-only
one gentleman killed. A sad business
that"
"Who?''
1.-THE gentleman who did such great
things out in Burma few years ago
Major Trelawney."
"My husbandP
1t seemed to her that she had known
it all the time. She saw, as if in a
dream, the sudden pity and respect in
the policeman S face, and then she GOV
cred her own and sank back in the car
riage.
The long agony Of the drive seemed
interminable, and yet when at last the
carriage stopped she sat quite still for
moment, unable to nerve herself for the
next move. Then the door was opened
and, as if in a dream, she passed up the
steps, walking firmly, her face white
and her eyes set and hard. Her appar
ent heartiessness was silently noted at
the time and afterward freely com.
mented OH in the servants hall.
Had they brought him-it-home!
she wondered with a long shudder She
was in the ball now and some one was
hurrying to meet her-the doctor. She
was not surprised to see him there. In
her dreamlike state nothing seemed
strange any more.
81 have bad news for you, Mrs. Ire
lawney."
petulantly. In her unreasoning misery
she was annoyed by his hushed tone.
Her own voice was unnaturally shrill
and strained, and the doctor raised his
hand in protest.
"What heartless creatures these pref
ty women are!" he was thinking-ar
unconscious echo of the servants opin.
ion.
II must beg of you to control your.
self" he said sternly. Everything de.
ponds on quiet. His life is hanging or
thread"
Ellis life? Oh, God! Then he is not
dead?"
She had brushed past the doctor, deaf
to his Inconsistencies With noiseless,
flying feet, she was up the staircase and
moment later kneeling by her has
bands bedside.
The doctor, following rapidly, stood
arrested at the door, looking in at the
darkened room, the kneeling white fig
ure, with clasped hands and large, fixed
eyes, the swathed wreck of man lying
very still on the bed.
One hand lay outside the coverlet
Her own stole out slowly, hungrily, to-
ward it, as if her own daring scarce
her. She bowed her head over the band
aged hand at last and knelt OH motion
less. The doctor, watching and quite
forgetting his scathing condemnation OF
a moment before, thought with swift
contempt of certain reports concerning
the Trelawneys' domestic happiness
which had reached his ears.
Something came before his shrewd:
keen eyes which blurred the picture be.
fore him. He turned aside for mo
ment and then was recalled by swift,
low cry: Horace! Oh ,HQrace''
The doctor sprang forWafu aiid Il tsi q e
drew tack The injured mans eyes
had opened and were fixed on the SHIN
mering white figure with an expression
of mingled awe, unbelief, bliss.
"Clara!' said the faintest whisper in
the world.
The doctor could scarcely hear it. He
did not know that the old pet name had
never been used for years. London
Forget Me-Not.