Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-07-13
CHAPTER VI.

GIVE me kiss and say Good bye,'
Babette"
But I don't want you to go, Pat"
81 must, darling, have promised Mrs,
Trevorra, you know"
ooh dear! Oh, dear!" sighed Babette,
twisting her head restlessly from side to
side Il wish we were both going to
Dunglas, Pat"
Patricia WINGED. isn't this as good as
Dunglas, darling?" she asked, glancing
round from the daintily appointed house
to the pleasant grounds sloping down to
the sea- "You can have your little
friends in to tea as often as you like, and
nurse will wheel you about, and l will
write to you every day"
"Oh know said Babette fretfully,
''but what / want is Dunglas and Justinl
When is Justin coming back, PATTI"
81 don't know, dear"
"Soon2"
Perhaps. / don't know, child"
But don't you hope so, Patr-wist-
fully.
Patricia's face was hidden from her
little sister as she stopped and kissed
her.
"Yes II hope so, Babette."
swer occurred to Patricia more than once
as she was whirled down in the express
to the nearest station to the Trevoras'
place in South Cornwall. Forman had
been as good as his word; he had disap-
peared entirely from her world, and she
had been left in undisturbed possession
of his estates and his large income.
Sometimes she was inclined to wonder
whether he really could be alive, for
since his abrupt departure, now more
than year ago, neither word nor sign
had come to her from him; and his law
yers, when Intercepted, had proved un-
communicative in the extreme. They
bad merely animated politely that they
were not at liberty to disclose their eli
ent's address and were unable to for
ward any letters to him, and so the mat
ter had remained. The elder Mrs. For
man had left the house in which her son
had settled her after his accession to his
uncle's fortune, and Patricia had found
herself unable to gain any information
as to her whereabouts.
Since she had been alone she had
learned how, during the brief months of
her married life, her husband had exert
ed himself in every way to spare her
care and anxiety; the tender considera-
ton he had always shown for Babette
was bearing its own fruit in the child's
unfailing love of his memory. and of late
Patricia had found Babette's unceasing
laments for Justin" combined with the
worry inseparable from the management
of large estate, almost unbearable, and
it was with feeling of unfeigned relief
that she threw off her hat and lay back
in the carriage to enjoy for once the, to
her, rare pleasure OF solitude Her
thoughts, however, proved to be but
melancholy ones Babette's questions
had disturbed her more than she would
have cared to admit, and she was haunt
ed by the reproachful look of a pair of
gray eyes; and certain words--"I pray
heaven l may never see your face again -
sounded in her ears.
As the train slowed down and drew up
before the platform she was heartily
greeted by Mr.. Trevorra. and at the same
moment became aware that she was by
no means the only arriving guest. Two
other ladies were alighting, golf sticks
and fishing tackle were handed out, and
then she became aware of tall familiar
figure in shooting jacket and knicker-
bockers advancing towards her.
This is an unexpected pleasure, Mrs.
Forman."
All, Stonor, how dye do7 Just take
Mrs Forman to the wagonette outside
You are old friends. I see. / will bring
Lady Warrington and Miss Scotland
kindly Mr. Trevorra hustled off.
Stonor helped Patricia into the car
rage and took a seat beside her.
This is surprising piece of luck" he
said, smiling in the old familiar fashion.
Certainly had no idea that you were
Hkeiy TO be of the party" Patricia said
coolly. She was inwar1lv wondering
wherein had lain Stonor's Iast fascina-
non for her. Surely. she fancied. he
looked older, more worn and blase. and
she was inclined to think his manner
TOO much assured, too bold to be alto
gether in good taste.
But she had no time for more Mr..
,irevorra was filling his wagonette with
his other visitors, and even insisting on
packing in shy young curate
Just outside the entrance to TrevoTra
court, on piece of waste ground, a
gypsy van was standing, and the horses
began to shy.
otonor glanced over his shoulder
nose gypsy vans are abominable
things, Trevorra. l should have them
moved at once"
Oh! The horses are fresh, that is
Shat 1t IS" Mr.. Trevorra returned care
lessiy' They are used to those vans;
gooF old Jaboz Lee always settles here
Tor the summer"
Jabez LeeI" Stonor repeated, and for