The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1901-01-05

Cambridge. II he was up there he mus
have cen connected with the row, ant
that would account for what has hap
pered tn him, but his references tt
ON girl are altogether inexplicable
"Could there have been some side
issue? A second quarrel, for instance
about a lady? All! dear, dear, the flesh
the flesh, how weak it Is! Look for the
woman says the old proverb, and II
seems that we must look for her here
Still, I expect a great deal from the
proper working of the Courtneys,, fol
even If Maurice D'OrviIle has nothing
seems, on the face of 1t, that someone
Courtney has.
"My professional pride Is touched,
and although there are cases too
many, alas!-that have beaten me,
have an idea hat this n won't. That
sounds very much like blowing my "
trumpet, and that's an Instrument that
it is very risky to play Upon, unless
you're sure of your notes. And now,
nephew mine, as we nave had a long
sitting, suppose we indulge in Natures
balmy restorer, that kind creature that
knits up the sleeves of your thinking
jackets when they've been worn into
holes bp carking care!" a.
I had given Graves orders for the
proper bcstowal Of my uncle, and I was
not sorry to say Goodnight" and
get to my own room, there to lie and
wonder when all this mystery and trou-
BILE would ever pass out Of my life, or
whether, when my friends had disap-
peared one by one, I too should be a
victim. What friends had I left? Nora,
and Hugh, and-dare I hope it?-my
father. ...
When I entered the breakfast room
the next morning I came upon my
clerical relative and Graves apparent
ly engaged in earnest converse. and I
had no doubt that Anguish was acting
up to his assumed character and speak
ing a few words in season.
He greeted me most cordially; said
that he was charmed with his room
and the view from the window; and
opined that he should have a very
pleasant visit; and when Hugh came
down my uncle was cracking his Sec
ond egg, and expatiating on the virtue
of hens that laid in h depth Of win
ter.
had hoped to have me Nora, either
in the street or rambling in the woods,
but l'could get no glimpse of her. and
on Christmas Eve I went to their
house-Ccnnemara Cottage-ostensibly
to wish her and her father h COM
pliments Of the season. but in reality
to overhaul Mr.. Maurice D'Orville and
LS, ,,1%Ier xryh0 ho1 d,Y1Vy q ,Yrivo1
"Note them WE'LL" was the Reverend
Tremayne's parting advice. land re-
member everything that they say and
whole lot to come to dinner n day
to see some friends, should they ask
anything about him."
I had no need to be told that the
elderly lady who was sitting in an arm
chair by the fire in the room into which,
I vas ushered, was D'Orville's mother.
Her eyes had the piercing glance that
she had transmitted to her son; her
features were exactly like his, and her
manner, when h greeted me, had the
highest polish that a French training
could bestow.
madame D'Orville," said I, bowling
to her.
She had risen from her chair, and as
she did so her lace handkerchief fell
from her hand and 1uttered down up.
on the floor at her feet.
stopped to pick it up, and as I re-
turned it to her there came to me a
faint odor Of heliotrope, that carried
me back through the years to the
night when I had stood shivering and
staring at the dead doctor, and 1t re-
quired every atom Of s~elf-control that
I could call up to discuss such trivial
matters as h weather, and to keep
my mind from wandering to the past.
Presently Nora and Maurice Dor
vile came in, and when we had set
tied ourselves I began my good wishes,
and at last asked them to forego a
formal invitation and come to dine
with me n evening Of the next week,
leaving them to say what day would
be most convenient.
ct think we ought to consult Mr..
Courtney" said Madame D'orville,
and, by the way, she spoke excellent
English. 'Is he at home, Nora, dear?"
II don't know, I'm sure. Saunt. I'll go
and see." s5
How different was this particularly
proper Miss Courtney. acting up the
Royal blood that coursed in her veins.
to the Nora that had been my pupil,
and who had suggested my learning
Spoiled Fives!"'
Let me ring and ask" said Dor
vile, rising and walking to h corner
where hung the old-fashioned bell
rope.
I followed his movements, and look
ing up at his fingers as he closed round
the cord and pulled 1t, there came to
me the memory Of that night when I
watched by my friends bedside. for
the hand hat I was staring at. now
was in all respects the fac smile of the
hand that, but for my interference.
would have cut OF the breath Of life
from Mr.. Travers.
It seemed strange to me that I had
never noticed this, fact before, until !
remembered how very seldom I had
been in the mans company since !
came to live at Enfield. and while I
vas still wondering whether the like
ness was accidental OF not, q curious
incident occurred.
II declare. Maurice. you are too bad"
said the old lady, al he came back to
his seat. "You have taken my hand-
kerchief again. Do you know. Mr.. IRE
y this big son of mine Is like q
schoolhov in some things. for. he is 80