The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-08-31
alment ~.5"
~DOC"G GORDON
By Alx4R1~ r. WILKINS-FREEM4AN.
copyright by Mary Rights Reserved

eff Oh, Clemency!"
-"Then you. ought to tell me. No,
you needn't kiss me. I want you to
tel me something. I don't want to be
."Well, what is that you want to
''Will YOU promise to tell me9''
."No, dear, | can't promise, but I
will tell you if I am able without do
"fWho was that man who was buried
yesterday, who had been hunting me
so long, and frightened me and Uncle
Tom, and why have e I been compelled
to stay, housed as i | were prisoner
BE- because you were in danger, dear,
from the man, -. - = <>,..@l
"You are answering me in a circle. ~
Clemency sat upright and looked at
James and the blue fire in her eyes
asked peremptorily. ~"
~ can't tell you, DEAR" &"e2~sr
.:But you know"
"Why can't you tell me, thenf" !
it ibi is not ner shoulders
, "Why did he hunt me sof' - @
~ can't tell you, dear.' ~
"But you know"
II am not sure. ~~
BY. But you think you know"
t'Then tell me. ~. 49, -
81 can't, dear. ''&--S1> <.--.
mWhen viii you tell mes" a. $780,.
she 6asRsS eefa vt te me aan
we are-married. You.swill have to tell
me everything them, she whispered.
James shook his head. ~
"Won t you then9''* : - r.. !.
nh "NGI de-, dear, ,, shall never tell you
the reins. 'sThen / viii never marry
you,'' she said. II will never marry
you, if you keep things from me. ,, s.
II never will keep things, from you
that you ought to know, dear" "
II ought to know this!" 49,
James remained silent. Clemency
"Won't You ever tell mea'' she asked.
emo, never! DEAR
"Then let me get out. This is An
ME Upton IS street. I going to see
her. I have not seen her for long
time. I will walk home. 1t is safe
enough now, You can tell me that
eyes, it is, but .Clemency, dear.'
IT am not ClemencY dear. ! am not
going to marry YOU. You say you wrote
your father and mother last night that
we were going to get married. Well,
you can just write again and tell them
we are not. No, you need not try to
stop me. will get out. Good-by! I
shall not be home to ~; luncheon: I shall
better than l like you 'H-5s. 5s77.,<@-.ss-
/ of the buggy and hurried up street
without looking back. James drove on.
!. He felt disturbed, but not seriously So
7 It was impossible to take Clemency's
anger as real thing. It was so whim;
steal and childish. He had counted
upon his long morning with her, but he
went on with little smile on his face.
slightly did he estimate Clemency's' an
ger, that she would not keep her word
and would be home for luncheon. But
when he returned she was not there,
and she had not come when the bell
rang. -
=. .sss*ss.Why, where is Clemency Gordon
said, when they entered the dining
room.
"she insisted upon stopping to see
..tshe said that she might not be at
home to lunch'' Emma gave one Of
her sharp, baffled chances at him, then,
having served the two men, she tossed
her head and went out. Nobody knew
how much she wished to listen at the
kitchen door, but she was above such
a. course.
-" Clemeney and / had bit of a
tiff, James explained to Gordon.
"She seemed vexed because T. would
not tell her what you told me last
night. She is curious to know more
about--that man"
She must not know Gordon said
quickly. Never mind if she does
seem a little vexed. She viii get over
it. know Clemency. She is like her
mother. The power of sustained in
dignation against one she loves is not