The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1910-10-13


turned away. She shut the door OF
her own rooms smartly after her.
But when at last Kerr's card was
handed in to her it gave her shock,
as if something which couldn't happen,
and yet which she had all along ex-
pected, had come to pass.
In her instant of indecision Marrika
had got away from her, but she called
the girl back from the door and told
her to say to Mrs. Britton that Mr.
Kerr had called, but that Miss Gilsey
would see him herself.
She started with a rush. Halfway
down the stairs she stopped horri-
fled to find what her fingers were do
ing. They were closed around the lit
tie lump that the ring made in the
bosom of her gown, and she had not
known it. What if she had rushed in
to Kerr with this extraordinary mani
festation? What if, while she was
talking to him, her hand should con-
tinue to creep up again and yet again
to that place, and close around the
jewel, and make it evident, even in
its hiding-place? The time had come
when she must even hide it from her
self. And yet, to creep back up the
stair when she made sure Kerr must
have heard her tumultuous downward
rush! 1t would never do to soundless-
ly retreat She must go back boldly
as if she had forgotten nothing more
considerable than a pocket handker-
chief.
Yet before she reached the top again
she found herself going tiptoe, as if
| she were on an expedition so secret
I that her own ears should not hear
her footsteps. But she went direct
and unhesitating. 1t had come to her
all in flash where she would put the
sapphire. The little buttoned pocket
of her bath-robe. There it hung in
the bathroom on one unvarying peg,
the most immovable of all her gar
ments safe from the excursions of
Marrika's needle or brushes, not to be
disturbed for hours to come.
She passed through her bedroom,
| through her dressing-room into the
bathroom. The robe was hanging be-
hind the door. 1t took her a moment
to draw out the ring and disentangle
its chain, and while she was doing
this she became aware of movings to
and fro in her bedroom. She drew
the door half open, the better to con-
ceal herself behind it, and at the
same time, through the widened crack
of the jamb, to keep an eye on the
dressing room, and hurried lest Mar
rika should surprise her. But never
theless she had barely slipped the
ring into the little pocket and re-
fastened the flap, when Clara opened
the bedroom door and stood looking
into the dressing-room.
Her lifted veil made a fine mist
above the luster of her eyes. She
was perfect to the tips of her i'm
maculate white gloves, and she wore
the simple, sober look of a person
who thinks himself alone. Then it
wasn't Flora, Clara was looking for!
She was looking all around-over the
surface of every object in the room.
Presently she went up to the dress
ing-table. She laid her gloved hands
upon it, and looked at the small OBJ,
jects strewn over it's top. She took a
step backward and opened the tor
drawer. She reached into it, and deli
cately explored.
Flora could see the white gloves
going to and fro among her white
handkerchiefs, could see them find
open and examine the contents of hel
jewel-box. And the only thing thai
kept her from shrieking out was the
feeling that this abominable thing
which was being enacted before hel
eyes couldn't be fact at all.
Clara took out an old pocket-book
shiny with years, shook from it a
shower Of receipts, newspaper clip
pings, verses. She let them lie. She
took out long violet box with a per
tuners seal upon it. 1t held bunch
of dried violets. She took out a
bonbonniere Of gold filigree. 1t was
empty. A powder box, a glove box, q
froth of lace, a handful of jewelers.
boxes, a jewel flung loose into the
drawer. This she pounced upon, Il
was brooch! She let it fall-turneC
to the chiffonier; upended the two
vases of Venetian glass, lifted the
lids of jars and boxes, finally came tt
the drawers. One by one she took then
! IF
idly over, and left them standing
gaping white ruffies and lace upon the
floor.
Her eye fell upon the waste basket
She turned it upside down. ant
stopped over the litter. She gathered
it up in her white gloves and dropped
it back. Then, for the first time, she
glanced at the bathroom door; stood
looking at it, as if it had occurred tc
her to look in the soap dish. Their
she turned again to the room, to the
dressing table. She put back the
pasteboard jewelers. boxes. the jew
eled pin, the laces, which she shool
out and folded daintily, the glove an(
powder boxes, the gold bonbonniere
the long violet box, the leather pocket
. book-each deftly and unhesitatingly
in the place from which she had takeI
it, and all the heaps of white hand
kerchiefs.
One by one she laid back in the
chiffonier drawers the garments, prop
erly and neatly folded, that she had Sc
hastily snatched out of them. Sht
slid back the last drawer into the chif
} fonier, and rose from her knees
lightly busting of the front of he
, gown; went to the closet door anC
/ closed it. She stood before it mo
ment with a face perplexed anC
| thoughtful, then turned alertly towarc
the outer door.
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