Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1906-04-26
CHAPTER XIII.
UNREST.

The conflicting emotions aroused by
the perusal of my ancestors Record,
but more particularly, l think, by the
keen hope Of the existence Of the
treasure where it had been stored by
Roger Trueman, and the possibilities
which its recovery and possession pre-
sented to my mind, were beyond the
strength of my nature to endure. The
heavy volume fell from my hands
to the floor, and involuntarily rested
against the side of the carriage, while
a feeling of deadly faintness came over
me. though l did not lose conscious
ness. Without doubt my aspect pre-
scented all the signs of sudden illness.
or the comedy which Immediately en-
sued could not be accounted for.
Janet" screamed the old lady, 1.-THE
flask, the flask! Don't you see the
gentleman has tainted? Quick! What
a stupid girl you are" and the next
moment that awful gorgon had me
fixed in a corner, where she franti-
cally endeavourcd to thruGt the neck
of her nauSeous flask into my mouth.
! offered what resistance l could, but
my efforts were as nothing opposed to
the strength of my tormentor, who
persisted in her purpose, her tongue
running with great volubility while
The saturated my shirt front with
>randy. This is what comes Of read
ing novels God bless us all, look at
the size of that one! How thankful
am that | never allowed my sainted
William to see any such devices of
Satan! Janet. throw that horrid book
out of the wondow."
The natural hesitation Of the young
lady addressed to deal in such sum-
mary fashion with another persons
property averted the threatened calam-
ity and afforded me an opportunity
to grasp my volume. fear of its loss
having inspired me with strength for
the effort.
well, well, keep it, if you must"
the old lady continued; but it would
have been no great loss any way; you
could have got another at the next
station. All novels are alike; though,
l must say, that is an extra large one.
All, IL my poor dead boy were alive.
he would be just about your age, and,
oh. how like you lie was. + verybody
said what sweet face my William
had-just like girls. He was good
boy" Here the old lady. being over
come with emotion, resumed her seat,
to breathe once more, having learned
that it is neither pleasant nor judicious
when in a fainting condition to be
projected against fat individual en-
veloped in a vast quantity Of Grape.
The collapse of my fellow passenger
was the signal for my recovery.
1t was with much satisfaction that
l perceived we had nearly arrived at
Cambridge, where | was to change
trains. 1t had transpired in some
remarks to her maid that my trouble
some fellow passenger was also going
to Bury st. Edmund's; but resolved to
avoid her companionship for the sec
ond part of my journey by taking
seat in smoking compartment; and
with my precious volume safely
slowed In my bag, on the handle of
which l kept my hand, sat looking
out Of the window ready to alight the
moment we entered the station.
The old lady must have OWNED my
attention to flee from her at the ear.
Hest possible moment. for. though she
did not cease to talk. she now assumed
a somewhat quietcr manner. combining
her remarks to what she was pleased
to consider my wonderful resemblance
to her dear boy in heaven, and inviting
me to visit her at my earliest con
venience that she might have the
pleasure of gazing ON my features,
to which end she presented me with
her card
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MRS. ANDREW BUTTERWELL,
Kingsthorpe Grange
CheyingtOn,
HUry ST IL1munGS