The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-08-31

lowed him to the door, and kissed her
hand to him as he drove away. James
had good reason to remember it, for it
was the last loving salutation from her
for many a day. - . -
When he returned at noon the girls
ward him. She only spoke to him d.
rectly when addressed, and then in
monosyllables She never looked at
him. She sat at the table at luncheon
and poured the chocolate, and there was
almost absolute, silence. Emma waited
when he met her eyes, that there was an
face. Emma had never liked him. He
had been conscious Of the fact, but it
had not disturbed him. He had no
more thought of this lniddle-aged,
harsh featured, New Jersey farmers
daughter than he had Of, one Of the din
ing chairs. Gordon sat bumped upon
himself. as he sat nowadays, a marked
stoop. Of age was becoming visible in
his broad shoulders, and ne ate; per
f9 e4 .M,ehout ToId lanes e.
talk to Clemency, subsidized himself into
little Appetite. There ere were ss chops and
AND Psas It aeps fs fSe
Emma served Clemency and DR.. Gordon,
and deliberately omitted James: No.
body seemed to notice it, altho James
tional He felt himself inward!y
amused at the antagonism which could
take such a form, and went without
his pie uncomplainingly, while Gordon
and ard Glemency ate theirs; The enf dog at at
room and close to James, who gave him
lump Of sugar from the bowl which
happened to stand near him. At once
Emma took the bowl and moved it to
another part Of the table out, of his
reach. James felt a strong inclination
to laugh.
sugar, and James, when they all left
sugar from the bowl and carried it into
Emma slammed the diningroom door
behind him. Clemency, without look
at him, Immediately ran upstairs to her
own room. Gordon and James sat down
in the office as usual for smoke until
. James should start upon his afternoon
rounds. Gordon asked him few ques-
tions about the patients whom he had
seen that morning, but in listless,
distracted fashion, then he spoke Of
those whom James would see that
afternoon. "You'd better take e.. the
team,' he said.
; "Clemency is going with me, James
said. ( J.. '.z -,..:i,s ~ .,5
!. Gordon looked at him with, faint
tsERen he said tin @s5t came aa to
me Just before luncheon and asked if
I had any objections to her spending a
few days with Annie Upton I told
her we could get on perfectly well
without her, and Aaron is going to
drive her over. She will have to take
a suitcase. knew you had to 90 in
another direction, and could not take
her. I thought the change would do her
about it!'
IT think it will do her good. She
evasively. AS he spoke Aaron came
out of the stable, leading the bay mare
harnessed to a buggy,
,"She is going right away" sail
Gordon, looking: little puzzled; He
Clemency's voice was heard in the hall.
It rang rather hard, but quite clearly.
"Good-by," she called out.
"Good-by," responded Gordon and
James together. Gordon looked at
James, astonished that he did not go
out to assist Clemency into the buggy,
and bid her good-by. He seemed about
to question him, then he took another
putt at his pipe, and MS race settled
into its wonted expression of gloomy
retrospection- Boys. and girl's love
affairs seemed as notes in beam of
sunlight to him at this juncture.
James started to go; the horses were
stamping uneasily in the drive, and he
had a long round of calls to make that
afternoon. s- -.
Gordon removed his pipe. ~ am put
ting a good deal on you, Elliott he
said with kind of hard sadness.
'"That's all right" James replied
cheerfully. ~ am strong. I can stand
it if the patients can. I fancied old
Mrs. Steen was rather disgusted to see
me this ofna heard hoJ her r fha cyz
daughter, and when I went into the
bedroom she glared at me, and said,
'You9''' James laughed.
:"Her case is not at all desperate,'
Gordon said gloomily. ''She is merely
on the downward road of life. Nothing
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