The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1909-08-10
TIE MAN SHE LOVED
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By EFFE ADELAIDE ROWLANDS.
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and sing!"
But Enid had crept away; she
could not bear to stay and see the
comedy played out. Her head ached
from nervousness, and her heart from
pain and dread, and when she reached
her room she flung herself on her bed,
and burying her face on the pillow,
she burst into flood Of passionate,
sorrowful tears.
the thief and his prompt capture had
disappeared as quickly as it came to
all but Virginie and Enid.
On the morning of the third day,
while Dare Broughton was in the pic
ture gallery finishing one or two little
odds and ends, Enid came in with a
telegram in her hand.
II met Parsons with this, Mr..
Broughton. She mas asking for you,
SO. as / was coming up here,
brought it"
Dare opened the buff envelope, and
as he read the telegram his brow
contracted.
aMy sister is ill. must be off at
once, !" he said, hurriedly.
Enid looked round, her eyes full of
sympathy.
"Oh, am sorry!"
Dare gazed at her eagerly, but his
eagerness died as he read her face,
for he saw nothing to give him the
hope he longed for so earnestly.
"You will come back soon, Mr..
Broughton? We shall miss you very
much"
He came up to her and took her
hand.
Sand / shall miss you more than
I can say" he answered, with grave,
tender smile, that robbed the words
of the meaning he put on them. II am
honored and delighted to think / may
call myself your friend, Miss Leslie
and want you to promise me one
thing; will your"
"Tell me first what it is, she said.
"That you will write or call upon
me at any time If ever you should be
in trouble or need friend. 1t is not
much to promise, is it?"
son my side, no; but on yours, how
much?" and Ends eyes grew lus-
trous with the gratitude she felt for
this man. "But, if it pleases you, Mr..
Broughton, will promise.
He bent and touched her hand.
with his lips, and then, making an
excuse about seeing the earl at once,
left her.
She was still gazing out of win
dow, the smile gone from her face
and the look of pain creeping round
her mouth again, when servant
came into the gallery.
"Her ladyship desires to speak to
you, MISS" he said; "she is in her
boudoir."
Enid went at once, not without
slight duttering at her heart, and
found Dorothy in a loose gown of
pale gray, seated at her writing table.
"Oh," she said, looking round,
Gervais wants me to drive Mr..
Broughton to the station; it is the
sessions, or something of the kind,
at Loxton, so of course Gervais has
to be there. / don't feel quite well
this morning. Will you go instead q"
Certainly"
Enid waited. She seemed to think
Dorothy had commission for her to
do. But Lady Derriman did not make
any further remark, and after mo-
ment's pause Enid went away, and
was seated behind the ponies when
Gervais and Dare Broughton ap-
peared.
Dorothy does not feel equal to the
drive, but Miss Leslie will make a
most delightful jehu," the earl said,
as he clasped his friends hand.
Come back soon, Broughton; you
know how welcome you are, old fell
low, and / am anxious to see my
wife's picture.
He stood and watched the carriage
bowl swiftly away, then with little
sigh, given he hardly knew wherefore
or why, Gervais got into the dog
cart waiting and drove in the oppo-
site direction to Loxton.
Half way between Knebwell and
Loxton there was small inn, and at
q word from the groom the earl
pulled up and let the man have a
look at one of the mares shoes.
"There's nothing wrong, is there,
March," he called out. after mo-
ment's pause, during which he had a
CHEEKY, kind word for the landlord.
"A trifie loose, my lord; but think
she'll stay till we get to Loxton."
Il hope so.
Gervais looked round at the animal
a little anxiously; then his eye caught
some one looking at him, and he
frowned half unconsciously.
This some one proved to be a man
dressed in snowy, sporting-like fash
ion, with huge cigar between his
LIPS.
IF his lordship would like the use
Of my cart, he's very welcome this
man said, swinging forward. and
pointing with stick to smart horse
and trap close by.
Gervais smiled. and his frown van
ished.
Many thanks. I think shall be
able to manage-I am much obliged
to you, all the same. Good-day, Wat
son. Come along. March; we must
hurry
The stranger pulled on his gloves.
"Poor devil!" he thought to him,
self "Pity amt worth much, but
pities him all the same. He's made
G mistake what many mans done