The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-07-15
CHAPTER x-lcontlnuedl.

CHAPTER X-(Continued).
"Oh, i wish Nlr. Cummings hadn't!
she exclaimed. ut would have been
better not to speak OF me Mt all, OF
course; but can't see that there Is
anything to resent--it is SO funny
'Funnyi" Mr.. Carewe repeated the
word in cracked falsetto, with the
evident intention Of knocking her. ana
at the same time hideously contorted
his face into q grotesque idiooy of ex-
preston, pursuing his lips 80 extremely
and setting his brows so awry, that MS
other features We're carried out of all
familiar likeness, effecting an alteration
as shocking to behold. in a man OF his
severe cast OF countenance, as was his
falsetto minicry to hear. She rose III q
kind Of terror, perceivinR that this con-
torton was produced in burlesdue OF
her own expression, and. as he pressed
nearer her, stepped back. overturnlng
her chair. She had little recollection OF
her father during her childhood: and
as long as she could remember no one
had spoken to her angrily. or even
roughly.
AS she retreated from him, he leaned
forward, thrusting the hideous mask
closer to her white and horror-stricken
face.
You can't see anything to resent IN
that!" he glbbered ITS so funny, Is
1t? Funny! FUNNY Funnyl I'll show
you whether It's funny or not, I'll show
you'll His voice rose almost to Shrek.
You hang around fires. do YOU. on the
public streets Mt night2 You're nice
one for me to leave in charge Of MY
house while Tn away. You trollop' What
did you mean by going ZIP OH that rooff
You knew that damned Nanrevei WAS
there! You did. say. YOU knew Il,
She ran toward the door with q fright
ened cry: but he got between 1t and her,
meya cling her with his appraised oT,ela
hands, shaking them over her,
you're n lovely daughter, aren't yopt'
he shouted. hoarselS. You knew per-
fcctly well who was on that roof, and
you went! Didn't YOU go? Answer me
I got there. I'd have shot that man
dead! He was on my property, giving
orders, the black hound! And when
him ont, he stold me If inter-
fered with his work before It was fin
ished, he'd have to throw me outline
that owned the whole place: and there
wasn't a man that would lend me
pistol! 'Rescue You'd better rescue
him from mo. you palm-laden dove, Tor
III shoot him. will! I'll kill that dog;
and he knows It, He can buster in
CTO"Q, out ne IL Illus ~" e llc . a So"
ard and"
HE came home with me: he brought
me homo last night Her voice rang
out In the room like that Of some other
person. and she hardly knew that 1t was
herself who spoke.
You lie!" he screamed, and fell back
from her his face working as though
under the dominance of some physical
disorder, the flesh OF It plastic beyond
so that she cried out and
covered her face with her arm. You
lie. 7 saw you at tho hedge with Craiey
Cray. though you thought I didn't. What
do you want to lie like that for? Van
revel didn't even speak to you. asked
Madrillon. You lie"
He choked upon the words; racking
cough shook him from head to foot; he
staggered back and dropped upon her
overturned chair, his arms beating tho
table In front Of him. his head Jerking
spasmodically backward and forward as
he gasped for breath.
Ring the bell" he painted thickly
with an incoherent gesture. Nelson
knows. Ring!"
Nelson evidently knew. He brought
bra ndy and water from the sideboard
with no stlnting hand. and within ten
minutes Mr.. Carewe was in his accus-
toned seat. competent to finish his break
fast. In solitude. however, he sat, and
no one guessed his thoughts.
For Miss Betty had fled to her own
room and had bolted the door. She lay
with nausea and cold, though the day was
warm. Then, like hot pain In her
breast. came inconsistencies for ST.
Mary's and the flood-tide of tears as she
thought Of the quiet convent In the sun
shine over to the west. the peace OF IT.,
and the goodness Of everybody there.
Sister Cecillan' Her shoulders shook
with the great sob that followed this
name, dearest to her in the world, convul-
sively whispered to the pillow. Dear
Sister Cecilia!" She patted the white pill
low with her hand. as though 1t were
the cool cheek against which she yearned
to lay her own. "Ah, you would know
you would know!' With the thought of
the serene face of the good sister and of
the kind arms that would have gone
round, her in her trouble, her sobblng grew
loud and uncomfortable. But she would
not have her father hear It, and buried
her face deep In the pillow After a. time
she began to grow queter, turned and
lay with wet eyes. staring unseemingly at
the wall, her underlip quiverlng with the
deep intake OF each broken sigh.
"Oh, stars, stars, stars!' she whis.
pered
"Missy?" There came a. soft knock
upon the door and the cllnk Of silver upon
china "NIssy?"
"What Is IT."
so quick was Miss Betty that although
she answered almost at once, the tears
were washed away, and she was passing
q cool wet towel over her eyes at the
moment she spoke.
"Jass me. brung YOU breakfas'
honey"
Old Nelson's voice was always low and
gentle, with a quaver and hesitancy II
the uttcrance; now 1t was tender ant
comforting, with the comprehension o
one In suffering, the extra ordinary tact
which the old of his race nearly all come
to possess, ''IAl chicken wing on piece
brown toast, honey"
! When she opened the door he came In
| bending attentively over his tray. ant
without q glance toward his young mis-
tress. made some show OF fuss and bustl
! MS he placed 1t upon a. table near tn
window and drew M chair for her, SC
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