Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1900-12-15
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Il wish ! knew says Mr. BIount in
dignAntfy. Here | am at one moment
reading Il simple paragraph from the
Times. and 10! and behold in the next
the whole world blows up. There's Eve
lyn hoted ont of the room at tangent,
without word Of explanation"
"EyelynE says Crawford, gazing at
him in duh sort of way. WHAT has
Evelyn to do with it?'
That's it. my dear fellow. That's the
whole affair, don't you see? | read to
her of the murder of a poor old gentle
man. who was done to death about a
hundred years ago by some dastardly ruff
fan. and she flies out Of the room as
though she herself had committed the
deed"
"She-but why should she care?" asks
Crawford, his face growing even grayer
Why should YOU, for the matter of
that? Why the mystery here" says
Mr.. Blount, pointing to but not touching
the Times-he has had enough Of it for
one day-"is a fool to this one. | wish
you would explain"
"Evelynshe was distressed STAN
mers Crawford
MY dear fellow! If you are going to
| look like that on every occasion on which
your wife is a little upset, you'll have Il
gay old time of it," says Mr.. Blount
scorhfully. Mrs. darcy" going over
to her, as he sees she is wiping her eyes
and has stopped crying, "tell us, do, what
has so disturbed Evelyn. 1t is all my
fault apparently; but, as you well know,
| wouldn't hurt her if my life depended
on it. And here's Crawford about as I'M
happy as they make EN-, because of her"
Indeed You mustn't take it SO much TO
heart" says Mrs, darcy, gazing kindly
A. Crawford, and feeling greatly touched
by his .pallor. 1T was a shock TO the
poor child. Of course, but it was nobOdys
fault nobody's." with reassuring
glance at Batty. you see we never
speak Of it, and when you read it ont so
abruptly, without any warming she was
naturally good deal disturbed"
But read what?" asks Mr.. Blount,
with pardonable impatience.
That paragraph; ii came on her like
a thundcrbOlt Dear Mr. Crawford, you
must not be so unhappy about her; you
look really i'll. 1t was unfortunate that
Batty should have read out about that
0ld-old -terrible-afiair- but she will get
over it by the evening"
But She" says Crawford. He
strides up to Mrs. Darcy, ii wild light
in his eyes, and lays his hand upon her
arm. THAT old affar--that old man
what had he to do with her."
'Ilc was her father says Mrs. DAT
cy. simply.
"Oh. great heaven" cries Crawford, in
a fearful tone, ION, Evelyn! oh, my
little girl!
1t would be impossible to give any CON
ccpt0u of the agony that thrills through
his voice and shakes his frame.
1T Is impossible, impossible, ! tell
you. l. there no mercy, Is God a devil.
And her uame-hcr name He stops
his face Her name is darcy" cries
nc eXultantly.
"Oh, Mr. Crawford. you must not take
claims kindly Mrs. Darcy, with pathoS
in her trembling voice She is frightened
and troubled by his manner. why
should y0I regard 1t rs 50 present mis-
fortune? 1t all happened so long ago,
and Evelyn should be taught to regard it
calmly, not violently II you look at il
In this way, you viii only encourage her
in what must be termed morbid regret"
Her name-hcr Nance says he, with
parchcd lips.
THAT can easily be explained how
wish | had explained il always" cries
she, with a rrmOrscful glance at Batty.
But no one know anything about it. ex
cept Eaton Stamcr, and Evelyn made /
him promise TO he silrnt, Her name is
Darling"
All" says Crawford It is hardly an
exclamation Is only faint low sigh |
This last blow. coming on the others has |
lcft him almost lifeiess. Her father
Her father
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