The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-05-05

uneasy; She was wretchedly afraid of
thunder, she said. In the afternoon the
brightness edt died out; the solemn, pine
woods held their breath and a darker
curtain drew slowly across the gray pail
OF the MINDLESS sky. They were in the
garden when the storm burst overhead
with missing discharge of rain AMI
ecnolng detonat1onS. The doctor wrapped
MS coat about Miss Pierrepoint, but they
were poth wet to the skin when they
reached the hose The collie was
ing; pendant streams like icicles, hung
IRON ire nh his jaws as he raised his head and
Jacomb cursing the storm for robbing
him Of invaluabIes n1inures hurried back
TO his inn to change his clothes The
rain had ceasedsawhen he returned, fe-
VeTed and impatient through the twi-
light redolent of moist earth and wet
leaves. AS he neared, the gates, he heard
the hoWling of a dog; as he entered
them the cries ceased. Walking up the
! crawl beneath the bordering yeWs. ia
comb pushed through the wet branches,
to find his friend.s the collie, stretched
there. It's eyes weree tilmy; dark stain
soaked into the gravel. Jacomb, lover
of dogs kneeled down and handled it
with his doctors touch, and the poor
aay!.ng GPeature tried to lick hi his hand nd.
Feet, Wiping his hands together, and
stood looking down upon the animal with
very dark countenance. A light, halt
5IiS SISp CICHCneQ Ine gravel, JdCOiIiD
| put aside a branch and peered from his
covert, and his sunburned face turned
wax color. Miss Pierrepoint stood there,
bending slightly forward. her head turn
ing from left to right like a cat quest
| ing for its prey. Her lips and nostr1ls
twitched, her hands opened and shut.
She turned away-and the doctor caught
his breath. He was afraid, but his train
| ing served his need; he drew the buckle
tight upon his courage, and with dead
ly surmise tugging at his heart, marched
Cfn into %I,o IL 1Ofn
her boUdoir was open. Jacomb walked
into the room and paused, listening and
staring upon the closed door that led
into the disused wing. So he stood COR
two OF three minutes, and the sweat
broke out upon him in streams. Then q
light. hating footstep tapped upon the
boards beyond the closed door, and there
came little noise of singing. at that
the doctor lost command of himself, and
ran from the house.
AS he gained the open air he was aware
of wheels approaching. A CAB from the
station crawled up the drive, stopping
as Jacomb went to the window In the
middle-aged capable face, with shreWd
blue eyes that looked into his, he saw his
own expression instantaneouSly re-
fected.
You are Miss Bonsor?"
There is something the matter?"
Jacomb put his head inside the cab,
and told his story with medical brevity.
He offered professional help.
IF you will kindly stay within call,
that will be best ! do not anticipate
any difficulty. The truth is, 1 ought new
er to have left her.
Miss Bonsor. shoFt, square and bust
nesslike briskly,. entered the house.
drawing off her gloves; the cab rolled
away, and the doctor was left alone IN
the thickening twilight. The dog was
dead; Jacomb fetched a spade and buried
him where he lay grimiy rejecting that
it was his own heart he was stamp ng
the mould upon. He was mistaken; that
susceptible organ was to beat as lively
as ever in course Of time: but how was
he to know that?'
He paced the drive amid showers Of
rain, till Miss Bonsor came out. The
doctor would not enter the house, so they
talked on the porch. 1t is probable that
the lady OWNED his state of mind.
Benson, land will be all right now Poor
girl she inherits fatal predisposition-
one does not like to call it insanity-a
sort of cruel impulse-a craving for
strong sensation. She comes of an old
family, whose records are-what shall l
automatically scandalous. I believe
you would like me to speak without re-
serve The Pierrepoints lived very free
ly, and that sort of thing has it's conse-
quences. The sins of the fathers, you
know-yes, we have the best advice, and
l assure you we take good care Of hen
JacOmb thanked her and went away.
His professional knowledge told him that
she spoke truth. There was no more to
be done or said. He went to his inn and
packed his knapsack: The dawn rose,
splendid and serene. upon a solitary traV-
eler plodding on the road to London.