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

IL tHe .cnllu, ana she must not Know.
It would be a dreadful thing for her
to know. I myself cannot have it. It
is enough of horror as it is, but to
have that child look at me, and
think" Gordon broke off abruptly.
She will never know thru me,'
James said, 'sand I think with you that
her resentment will not last.'
s.She will be home this afternoon,'
said Gordon, "and the walk will do
her good.'
But the two returned from their af-
ternoon calls, and still Clemency had
not returned. Emma met them at the
door. "Mrs. Ewing says she is wor-
ried about Miss Clemency,' she said.
Gordon ran upstairs. When he came
down he Joined James in the office.
~ have paeifed Clara he said, "but
Aaron has not Embarrassed yet, and
drive over to Annie Upton g for her.
1t is growing colder, and Clemency has
not been outdoors much ely, and
she has rather delicate throat. It is
time now that she was home.'
James smiled. "Suppose she will
not Some with m ssa he G sq9Egested
viii be only too glad if you meet her
said that she must.'
"All right,'' said James.
He went out, got into the buggy and
drove along rapidly. He had the team
and the horses were still quite fresh,
hsy had ne eet r hssn long d ftap
the young mans mind, altho he tried
to dispel it by the force Of argument:
"What has the girl to fear nowq'
his reasoning kept DINING in his ears,
but, in spite Of himself, something else,
him anxious.~ When he reached Annie
Lipton's home fine old house, over
hung with delicate tracery Of with
cred vines, he saw Annie 8 pretty head
at front window. She opened the
door before he had time to ring the
bell, and she looked with alarmed ques-
II have come for Miss Ewing, her
uncle James began, but Annie in
terrupted him, her face paling percep-
tibly. "Clemency," she said; "why,
she left here directly after lunch. She
said she must 90. She felt anxious
asvs her %Sth en nd ID Mt Tset to
home yet9''
"No,u said James.
"And you didn't meet herr You
must MN ha J, met her."
The two stood staring at each other.
A delicate old face, peeped out Of the
shaded by two 1eaf-hke folds Of gray
hair as smooth as silver. ooh, mother,
Clemency has not got home!'' Annie
cried. CDR. Elliot. this is my mother.
Nth T. C Ien by has has not got hSme
The lady came out in the hail. She
had a quiet serenity of manner, but
her soft eyes looked anxious. "Could
she have stopped anywhere, dear?' she
said.
You know, mother, there is not
single house between here and her own
where Clemency ever stops,.' said An
ME. She was trembling all over.
James made movement to 60.
s'What are you going to dos" cried
Annie.
'sstop at every house between here
have seen her,' replied James
Then he ran back to the buggy, and
heard as he went little nervous call
from Annie. ooh, let us know if
II will let you know when I find
her, Miss Lipton,'' he called back as he
gathSered up the lines: He kept his
at every one all knowledge Of the girl
was disclaimed. There were not many
houses, the road being a lonely one. He
was met mostly by women who seemed
an especially asked very carefully for
a description of Clemency, and he gave
minute one. "You say her mother is
i'll, too,' said the woman. She was
elderly, but still pretty. She had kept
her tints of youth as some withered
flowers do, and there seemed still to
=, cling to her the atmosphere of youth,
as fragrance clings to dry rose leaves.
She was dressed in rather superior
fashion to most Of the countrywomen,
T in soft lavender cashmere which fitted
her slight, tall figure admirably. James
had a glimpse behind her Of a pretty
interior: a room with windows full Of
blooming, plants, Of easy, chairs and
The woman looked, 50 he thoupht, ike
one who had some. private anxiety Of
her own. She kept peering up and down
the road, as they talked, as tho she,
too, were on the watch for some one
She promised James to keep lookout
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