The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-04-02
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Come and sit down." he said, land
tell me whatever you have to tell: and
be quick about 1t, please. I am ex-
pect1ng to see man on business, and
1 want this matter Of my child settled
first"
Beatrice, who had stumbled into the
chair he offered, looked up at him
askance, in new terror. He was hold
ing Ermyntrude close against his face,
and the mite was patting his cheek,
with Wide-eyed amusement at his ap-
pearance. Evidently no doubt that
this was his own daughter troubled
him, in spite of his words to Lady
Catherington short time before. And
as she watched him, and noted the
strangely good terms which he, in
spite of. his almost rough manners, had
Beatrice hesitated again, found her
own honesty shaken once more, and
began asking herself whether this
strange adventure were not way out
Of; her difficulties sent her by kindly
Providence.
In the meantime she remained ST.
lent, and he had to ask, in some i'm
patience:
''Well, well?"
She drew herself up.
Lady Catherington asked me to
where my own child was" began she,
in sort Of whirl Of feeling, her con-
science and her needs still battling
within her.
She paused moment, and then
Ermyntrude broke in. Turning to her
new friend. she lisped out:
Baby Alphabetically no c'y."
Beatrice remained tongue-tied, gaz-
ing at the mite with wild eyes, and
with "a N
fatuation Of weakness, whether her
own child was going to solve the diff
Guilty in which she was.
Lord Catherington frowned. Then
he looked from the child to the
woman.
do you mean to say" said he,
that your baby Is lying dead in your
room noW?"
Beatrice did not answer. She was
still torn with battling feelings-the
longing for rest and shelter for her
self and her child, the knowledge that
she was face to face with a SIM.
1t was the baby, after all, who found
the way out Of the maze.
Poor baby 'tairs-no c'y. no cyl"
sobbed she, tearfully.
! Lord Catherington nodded quickly.
II see, I see," said he. Il had no
| idea your loss was SO recent. II you
| will allow me to say so, I can't i'm
agine any better remedy for your grief
! than for you to take charge Of another
little one. SO, If you agree to do as
1 ask you, I will see about making
| arrangements at once. [ should Sug-
| gest that we get cab, give up our
respective rooms here and drive at
once to my house. I can install you
| there comfortably without delay. you
and my little girl, and, if you will al
low me to suggest it, If you have said
nothing to anybody here yet about
the death Of your own child By
the by, when did it happen?" he
asked, abruptly.
| mot an hour ago." stammered Bea-
trice, crimson and stammering, Won
dering whether Ermyntrude would
understand enough to contradict her
But the child only looked from one
to the other with puzzled expression
! as this rapid conversation went on:
"Ah! Then, as I was saying, I should
say nothing about its death. There
is no end Of trouble about such a
thing in a hotel. Bring it to my
house with you. and will send for q
medical man and see to everything fol
YOU"
Beatrice stammered out shame.
faced, Weak-voiced thanks, and go
up stifhy, as if overwhelmed by the
emotions which fought within her. She
held out her hands for the child.
But Lord Catherington shook hi!
| head.
Leave her with me-" he said, "ant
get ready as quickly as you can. Tn
going to order two cabs at once. I've
no packing to do worth mentioning
I hope your case Is the same
"N-n-nearly," stammered Beatrice
Very we'll, then. Pay your bill
wrap your child up, and I'll put you
and your poor little one in a four
wheeler while take my own daugh
ter with me. You'll come with daddy
won't you, eh?'
Ermyntrude nodded and patted hi
cheek.
'Es,' said she. And she added
quickly: And nanny, too"
He frowned. and said nothing t.
, this Beatrice trembled at the risl
she ran each moment of detection, o
, disgrace. Lord Catherington though
the nanny" she spoke of was hi