The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1909-12-01
CHAPTER VIII.

CGtAt LEW WILL.
Teddy Craven stepped into the
Wingate parlor, where the evening
gas-log was burning brightly, and the
curtains had just been drawn.
amy word from Deadman's Isl,
and?" he asked.
Doris, dropping against the mantel
in the melancholy dusk, with sad eyes
fixed on the cheerful log, shook he1
golden head.
"No. What can be the meaning OF
her silence? Is it not time for me
to receive some token of her safety!
She must have reached Trevor's ISL
and several days ago."
He. avoided her wistful look, and
with forced lightness answered:
"Quite so-of course. But in that
remote region the mails are sure te
be irregular, and storms abound, cut.
ting off proper communications. You
must not fret; I am sur there is nc
need"
That Doris was fretting seemed
plain enough. Her pallor, her list,
less attitude, betokened a mind full
of apprehension.
"Oh!" she broke forth, with a sob
in her voice, why did I let JAG &c
on such an errand? Above all, why
did I not go with herr"
Teddy surveyed the flower face and
slender delicacy of the girl, and
frowned.
"It's a good thing you were left at
home" he answered, bluntly. "Let
us be patient, Miss Hatton. Your
sister is able to take care Of herself,
even in Philip Trevor's house."
Doris made a p~etulant movement
This quiet, good-natured Teddy was
often trying.
"Mr. Craven, you do not know how
I love Jac!"
II think I do; I love her myself. ]
asked her to marry me before she
started for Deadman's, but she re-
fused, point blank"
Doris opened wide her violet eyes.
"Jacqueline? Is it possible?. She
never told me. She is so strong and
self-reliant-so different from other
women, I hardly think she could love
anybody in that way. I am sorry fol
you, Mr.. Craven, I am, indeed"
THANK you, heartily. I am sorry
for myself" replied Teddy, in a cheer
full tone. "Of course, I was mad tc
lift my eyes to your sister, for even
if I had won her love, there was thai
between us which she would never
have forgotten or forgiven"
what do you mean" said Doris
knitting her ivory brows. [e
Don't ask me-" stammered poor
Teddy. II. really can't explain, but
take my word for it, please. I recog'
nize your sisters strength and SUI
~pericrity, and so I say again that she
is able to hold her own, even against
Philip Trevor"
"You do not know Philip Trevor
shivered Doris.
do. I not?" said the young man
with a; spark of fire in his quiet eyes
Pardon me, Miss Hatton, you er,
greatly"
what" cried Doris, aroused al
last to curiosity, and turning hel
bright gaze full upon him, have you
any acquaintance with that MANI"
at was once my misfortune to en-
dure some hard things at his hands.
Doris beamed sudden Sympathy.
why, then, we are fellow-suffer'
ers", and as such, we ought to be bet
ter friends than ever, Mr.. Craven"
Teddy wiped the moisture Of mis-
cry from his forehead.
Good Heaven! you might think
otherwise, if the matter vas fully eX'
planned to you. But don't mind me
Miss Hatton. Here are the evening
papers. Wouldn't you like to lool
them over, while I go and find Miss
Wingate? I think she requires some
trifing service of me tonight"
He left the room precipitantly.
What an odd, incoherent person
Mr.. Craven is" thought Doris, as she
sat down to the reading table an6
opened the journals he had given her
Her eyes swept over the printed col
umns, and fell, at length, on the
following lines:
"Wanted-A young lady of intel
ligence and refinement, to amuse fol
several hours daily an invalid child
Highest salary. Call Friday morning
between the hours of IL and -, a
100 Back Bay Avenue"
Twenty minutes later Miss Win
gate and Craven, entering the parlol
together, found Doris still studying
the advertisement. She laid it before
Miss Wingate, and spoke into thu
ear trumpet.
us not this a situation which I ma.
reasonably hope to fill? Surely I cal
amuse an invalid child? Jacquelin'
is out in the world, Drawing all sort
of evils for my sake. Shall l not b.
up and doing in her absence? Be
sides, the occupation will be good TO-
me just now; it will keep m.
thoughts from dwelling too nucl
upon JAG"
Miss Wingate nodded.
Back Bay Avenue is a highly arts
t~ocratic precinct" she said, and No
10O-Yes, l am confident l know tina
house.
I'm the dark
Our fortunes meet US
My dear, it is true that WORK nigh
, divert you while you feel such anxiet,
/, about Jacoueline. My brother will
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