The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1910-09-01

Clara was sharp and pale, with silvery
lights in eyes and hair, and confront
ed the facts with an alert and calcu-
latlng observation; but Flora was
taWny, toned from brown to ivory
through all the gamut of gold-hair
color of a panthers hide, eyes dark
hazel, glinting through dust-colored
lashes, chin round like a fruit. The
pressure of her fingers accented the
slight uptilt Of her brows to elfish-
ness, and her look was introspective.
She might, instead of wondering on
the outside, have been the very center
Of the mystery itself, toying with un
thinkable possibilities of revelation.
She looked far over the head of Clara
Britton's annoyance that there should
be no clew.
why, don't you see," she pointed
out, that is just the fun of it? 1t
might be anybody. 1t might be you,
| or me, or Ella Butler. Though l would
prefer to think it was some one we
didn't know so well-some one
strange and fascinating, who will pres
emily go slipping out the Golden Gate
in little junk boat, so that no one
need be embarrassed"
Clara looked back with extraordi-
nary intentness.
oh, it's not possible the thing is
stolen. There's some mistake And
If it were"-her eyes seemed to open
little wider to take in this posi-
bility-"they will have detectives all
around the water front by tonight.
Any one would find it difficult to get
away" she pointed out.
OF course; l know" Flora muir
INJURED. A faint twitch of humor pull
ed her mouth, but the passionate ro-
mantle color was dying out of her
face. How was it that ones romances
could be so cruelty pulled down to
earth? But still she couldn't quite
come down to Clara. "At least" she
sighed, "he has saved me an awful
expense, whoever took it, for l should
have had to have it."
Mrs. Britton surveyed this state
ment consideringly. "Was it the most
valuable thing in the collection?
Flora hesitated in the face of the
alert question. 'I-don't know. But
it was the most remarkable. 1t was a
Chatworth heirloom, the papers say,
and was given to Bessie at the time
of her marriage" The thought of the
death that had so quickly followed
that marriage gave Flora little
shiver, but no shade of the tragedy
touched Clara. There was nothing
but speculation in Clara's eyes-that,
and a little disappointment Then
they will put off the auction-if it is
really so," she mused.
But there must be something in it,
Clara. Why, they closed the doors
and searched them-that crowd! It's
ridiculous"
Clara Britton glanced at the empty
place. Then that must be what has
kept him.
who? Oh, Harry!" 1t took Flora
moment to remember she had been
expecting Harry She hoped Clara
| had not noticed it. Clara always had
too much the assumption that she
was taking him only as the best-look-
ing, best-natured, safest bargain pre-
sented. "He will be here" she re-
assured, "but l wish he would hurry.
His dinner will be spoiled; and poor
dear, he likes his dinner so much"
The faint silver sound of the elec-
trio bell, a precipitate double peal,
seemed to uphold this statement. The
women faced each other in a mo.
ments suspense, a moment of expec-
tation, such as the advance column
may feel at sight of scout hotfoot
from the field of battle. There were
muflled movements in the hall, then
light, even steps crossing the drawing
room. Those light steps always sug.
gested a slight frame, and, as always
Flora was re-surprised at his bulk as
now it appeared between the parted
curtains, the dull black and sharp
white of his evening clothes topped by
his square, fresh-colored face.
"Well, Flora" he said, 81 know I'm
late" and took the hand she held tc
him from where she sat. Her face
danced with pleasure Yes, he was
magnificent, she thought, as he cross
ed with his light stride to Mrs. Brit
toms chair. He could even stand the
harsh lines and lights of evening
clothes. He dominated their ugly con
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ruddy and fresh under the pale brown
: of his hair, his alert, assured def
movement. His high good nature haC
the effect of sweetening for him ever
Clara Britton's f1avorless manner. The
1--WE we're speaking of you," witt
which she saw him to his seat, haC
all the warmth of a smile, but a smile
far in the background of Flora's i'm
mediate possession. Indeed, Flor;
had seldom had so much to say tt
Harry as at this moment of her eX
1 citement over what he had actual.
! seen. For the evidence that he hat
seen something was vivid in his face
: She shook the paper at him. "Tel
US everything, Instantly"
t He gayly acknowledged her righ
to make him thus stand and deliver
: He shot his hands into the air wit
the tightening vivacity that was il
him sort of wit mot guilty" h
j grinned at her.
I Harry, you know you were in il
The papers have you the most in
portant parsonage"
Upon my word! But look here
T wait minute!" he arrived deliberate
ly at what was required of him. 81
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