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

1t is just like her mother. Mr.. Cod
man never would have done such a
Mt. Goldman was the minister. .'f
James, for a second, did not know
what to say. He thought of the absurd
story which he had told, or rather sug-
gested, at the store, and realized that
such a fabrication would not answer
here. i ,5>~ r..
immediately Clemency fired point,
blank question at him. "Who am l9''
"You are DR. Gordon s niece, DEAR
tBut-she was not my mother"
"No, DEAR ~ -.
"Who am I?' * ~
"You are the daughter Of DR.. Cor
don's Youngest sister, who died when
you were born" ri 1879
Clemency sat rejecting, her, fore
head knit keen lGo in her blue
she said after a little. "Uncle Tom
has always told me that he passed
away three months before I was born,
but She raised puzzled, shocked,
name9S' she asked. sSMy real name7''
James hesitated. Then his mind re-
verted to the tale which he had told
way out of the difficulty. 'Did you
ever hear Of two brothers, marryig
two sisters, dear9' he asked.
Clemency- gazed at him with a puz-
zled, almost suspicious, look. II knew
had an aunt and cousin sga in Englanfd
named EWING, she said, put al,
ways supposed that my English aunt
was not my real aunt, only my aunt by
marriage, that she had married my ia
theirs brother.N
."Your English aunt is your uncle
own sister, said James.
~ see: my own mother and my aunt
: were sister, and they married broth
; ers,' Clemency said slowly.
, "That is unusual, but not unprece-
been involved in such web Of fabrica-
ton. He felt his cheeks burning. He
was sure that he looked, guilty, but
Clemency did not seem to notice it.
She was rejecting, still with that puz-
zled knitting Of her forehead and that
introspectiye look in her blue eyes. T." l
wonder if I look in the least like my
own mother9' she said in curious
voice. as of one who feels her way
"Once your uncle said to me that
you were your own mothers very i'm
age,' replied James eagerly. He was
glad to have the chance to say any
thing truthful.
Clemency's face lightened. She spoke
. with the fatuous innocence and TO
er women, to Whom romance and senti-
ment are in the place Of reason. CITIZEN
I know whom that man was,' she an
nounced in a delighted voice. "You
and Uncle Tom thought I would never
know, but I do know. 1 have found
"Who was he, dear7'
"Oh, I don't know who he was re-
ally, and I don't know. who that wo-
man was. She does mix up things
good deal. but this much do know.-why
Uncle Tom passed off my aunt for my
fro that ana n Re Ws IN WIZ
my mother, and he was in love with me,
because I am so much like her. Now,
tell me honest, dear, didn't Uncle Gom
ever tell you that that man was IN love
with my mother before l was born9'
eyes, dear,' James answered, fairly
Oyer the faSh4 on IN N naed
Of falsehood.
Clemency nodded her head trium;
phantly. "There, I told you I knew -
said she. "Poor man, it was dreadful
Of him to pursue me so, and make US
all so unhappy, and of course | never
could have married him, even Il 1t mad
not been for you. do think he
course I never could have endured the
thought of marrying a man who had
been in love with my mother, even II
he had been ever so good. But l can't
help being sorry for him; he must have
loved my mother so much, and he must
have wasted his whole life! and then
to die among strangers 80, suddenly,
poor man.
James felt sort of pleasure at hear
ing the girl express, all unknowinglY,
sympathy for her dead father The
tears actually stood in. her eyes. 90 The
queerest thing to me is that woman, -
: she added musingly, after minute.
Then again her face lightened. why,
I do believe she was his sister, she
cried, "and that was the reason she
wanted to get me, and the reason why
she was 80 dreadfully upset when she
heard he was dead, poor thing. Well,
Of course, Lean It help feeling glad that
I am not in danger any more;: but |
am sorry for that poor man, ,, even # n, ne
down Clemency's cheeks. Then she
got, out her <h andkerchief ,, and gobbed