The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1910-09-02
CHAPTER vi.
Continued.


is Dorothy Knebwell, very clever, but
she'll ind her match some day. !"
Then, with different accent in his
voice, he went on: "Put yer purse
away; it don't hold so much, guess,
that you can give money to others.
shat forget you, neither. A Teller
don't run agin many like you every
day"
Enid slipped her purse back into
her pocket Her ears were panied
BY the words he had spoken about
Dorothy, and with all her usual truth
fulness she preached this subject.
Has my cousin done you some
wrong, that you abuse her as you
do?' she said, hurriedly, and little
timidly.
He just smiled . faint, unpleasant
smile.
Don't ask no questions, miss, and
You wont hear no nasty stories. It
amt for you;. you're one of them as
goes straight and honest--you don't
understand lies and wickedness. We
shall meet again, miss, and I'll not
forget what you thought of me. I'll
not forget.
Enid bent her head and moved
away.
September came in with continu-
alton Of the splendid weather that had
done all in its power to recompense
for the changeable, unsatisfactory
summer that had visited the earlier
months of the year. Out on the
pdoors the sportsman, freed from
trammel and care, forgot his daily
town existence. and trudged valiantly
after the birds, breathing In a store
of sweet, fresh air to strengthen his
lungs for the late autumn mists and
fogs. Every seaside place was
crammed, and round about London
the river resorts and small farm.
houses still held a goodly company OF
health rather than pleasure seekers
Close to q lock In one of the pref
test parts of the upper Thames there
was tiny, old-fashioned cottage.
rustic in its exterior, yet replete with
every comfort and luxury within. A
bachelor had furnished it, and a
dainty nest it was. casket worthy,
in its way. oftahy gem. The owner,
tired of the serene beauty OF the
river, sought other scenes, and put
up his cottage bungalow for hire.
It was at once taken, and thither.
after sending down servants and
making everything more charming.
If possible, than before. did Gervai
Lord Derriman, bring his young wi
week after their marriage
The wedding had been as quiet a
the most rigid upholder of etiquette
could have wished, no one being pres
emit save Lady Derriman and second
cousin OF Dorothy's. the present hold
er of the title. Sir George Knebwell.
She had gone to the altar in simple
cotton gown, and no two people
started on their new life with deeper
prayers for future happiness than
was breathed for them by Gervais'
mother.
A haIcyon time followed. Dorothy
declared again and again that she was
ina paradise with which there was
no compares Her love for her .hus-
band was still the same blind, ex-
traordinary passion. while his for her
was, deepning into that tenderness,
that sweet protection that is more
lasting than the truest affection.
= Gervais. ! think shall go for
stroll, = she said. shielding her eyes.
from the sun with small, white
hand. Il Will go and inquire for that
poor child we saw run over the other
day"
II will come with you.r was the
answer. and away went the newspaper
at once.
But Dorothy shook her head.
No, no.! she cried. with a laugh
that somehow was scarcely easy or
musical; "you must work; remember
those letters you said were so i'm
portant! I shall not be an hour, and
we can spend alfthe afternoon on the
river; SO. my lord, be industrious for
once! | bid you au revoir."
4. And, waving her hand, Dorothy
: went through the window, calling to-
her maid to bring her q shady hat.
parasol land gloves, and, thus
equipped. she. blew a kiss to her hand
some husband. and walked away,
with all her proud. graceful bearing.
Her way lay through a most pic
turesque and exquisite bit of country:
but Dorothy had no eyes for scenery,
the sight of her lovely face in the
mirror was enough for her, and so.
deep In her thoughts. she walked on
and on. never needing which way she
had taken till she found herself alone
In q lara hnrdered on each side bv
trees tinge0 w:sn aulnmns decayfng
touch, and came to the conclusion
that she must be good two miles
from her cottage home.
She lookedsaround her, and at first
could discover no one or NO thing.
till suddenly coil of blue smoke
lifted itself above the trees. and NOV
ing toward IL aha saw a finv vorlr