The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1901-07-17
PHILIP
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"Hilda, Hilda, where are you P"

-e-s, and she shipped off an
other rose. 81 am here, Dossie, cut
ting the flowers you wanted"
ooh, there you are! Pm going
into the village-you don't care to
come, do you? Marjorie is going
with me. You'll be all right. We
shall be back soon.''
Don't trouble about me, Dossie.
I'm quite happy, thanks, and I have
heaps to do-letters and things.
Look after mother, grille" (To
slarjorie.) "Auf wiedersehen." She
looked very happy among the flow
ers. Once or twice she smiled to
herself and sang little snatches of
song, while The color came and went
in her pretty cheeks. AND no won
der she was happy. She was young,
people said she was beautiful, and
She was lovcd-she was sure of it.
by the one man in all the world to
her.
No one came to disturb her and
really there was no need to hurry.
She sat down on a seat near, and
soon lost herself in happy day
dreams.
Suddenly she heard footsteps,
and, looking up, saw woman, dark
ly dressed, coming toward her.
Hilda watched her as she drew near
er, and noted what a pale, worn face
she had, but her eyes were bright
and loving, though somewhat hard.
It might once have been a beautiful
face and probably was marred more
by trouble than years, for, though
girlhood was quite left behind, she
was not old. What her position in
life might be Hilda could not de-
termine. She might be lady in
poor circumstances come to ask her
sister-in-law to help her, she finally
decided, and her face was very gen
tie as she looked inquiringly at the
stranger, who now stood hesitating-
ly in front of her.
"Good morning." said Hilda ten
tatively.
"Good morning. Excuse me, but
are you Mrs. Beckett?"
'sNo. I am her sister-in-law.
She is not at home this morning.
Can I"-
'sYou are Miss Beckett, then, Miss
Hilda Beckett" broke in the other
and her voice, losing all hesitation,
became hard and grim.
eyes,"
s1 want the address of Philip
Wendover. Will you be kind enough
to give it to me?"
"Mr. Wendover's address~
eyes. must have it, and you, I
believe, can help me-"
She spoke directly, with no beat
ing about the bush.
Perhaps, as you know my name,
I might know to whom I have the
pleasure Of speaking 2" saia Hilda.
Certainly. My name is Wend-
over. I am Philip Wendover's
"His wifei I don't understand
YOU" And Hilda scanned the
others face. ssShe does not look
mad" was her unspoken thought,
but her strange visitor evidently
read her thought, for she said
quietly:
"No; am not mad. You are
mistaken" And she took some
papers from the bag she carried in
her hand. "Here are my proofs.
I was married to Philip Wendover
in New York on Oct. 4, 1890. was
only II, and four years after he left
me and came to England. I have
not seen him aimee: but I have
heard of him being seen in London
and other places and know he stays
here st this house, and, well, I've
heard other. things, and I mean to
meet him face to face-not that /
care for him now, but I have rea-
son. I don't want to take him
from you, but you cannot marry
him when he is already married, end
Oh, you don't know what I am saw
ing you from, Miss Beckettp
Hilda was staring at her open
eyed, while her face was deathly
pale. -.
What do you mean? l am not
engaged to Mr.. Wendover. It is
just idle gossip. Why do you tell
me all this ?"
Because you wanted to know by
what right I demanded his address,
and if you will give it to me I will
leave you and go back to Beignton
by the next train"
II don't know it," said Hilda
helplessly.
Don't know til But you must
snow it. He stays here often, was
eyes, but I really don't know his
present address,"
Surely / can get it from the
house, or perhaps he will be here
soon, and I could see him: but. then.