The Washington times., 1912-06-06


~ said in a weary voice, after
4 4 bidding him good morning, anG
he noticed as he shook her
hand how wan she was, how pale, what
heavy circles lay beneath her eyes, the
ravages that grief and anxiety had
wrought in the noble face in a single
night
Annabcl took the letter and held II
unopened in her hand.
who brought out the mail, mother 90
she asked.
What does he think of grandmother
this morning?'
Mrs Chisleighs pale face became a
shade paler as she answered in a low
There is no change"
The girl turned away to hide her
starting tears, and Mrs Chisleigh re-
turned slowly up the pathway.
For a long moment there was silence
IN the garden, and butterfly fiuttered
down and lit on the girls shoulder.
She turned her head presently ana
looked at the man who sat so silently
superscription of the letter in her lap,
and his face was as gray as ashes.
Feeling the girls eyes upon him, he
started violently and the color rushed
"I-beg your pardon, Miss Chisleigh,"
he stamrhered, but that letter-the
hand writing-it startled me. 1t is So
so strangely familiar, SO like the writ
ing of my dead father
The girl glanced down at the envelope.
The letter? Oh! I had forgotten H..
IL was thinking only-only of-grand-
She raised the envelope indifferently,
then looked at 1t more attentlvely.
OH she exclaimed 1T has a black
border. ! wonder what has happened|'
And with glance of apology at Bar
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AS she read she more than once ex-
claimed aloud, uttering little cries Of
surprise and pity. When she had fin-
tshed the letter she laid It in her lap
and sat for a few moments, her cheek
on her hand. her eyes staring sadly at
'''The world seems very full of trouble
herself, with a heavy sigh and turning
his knees. his head dropped forward
an aad his eyes upon the the ground ground This hi
great sorrow. He also tells me that
he Is coming to America"
After an interval of silence, he raised
his head suddenly and looked at her.
Woud i,s yop eGnsider it imPeertnent I
name of your correspondent? Please
do not answer the question If you
have the slightest reason for not wish
ing to do So"
But I have not the slightest reason
for not wishing to- replied Annabel,
in some surprise, turning her clear
gray eyes upon him. The letter Is
Kenton Baramore. I believe is his
proper title, whose father was a great
friend of grandfather's. In fact, they
We're comrades in arms for years to-
gether.
Grandmother is an English woman,
in talking of something besides the
haunted her thoughts. She was raised
in Devonshire. and met grandfather
there. One of her first lovers was Lord
=. Baramore's eldest brother. William"
thoHghts. the girl did not notice him
Grandfathor Paign and Lord Bara-
"sfs She Sen sFsa' on renaS sthongh IN het
course, grandfather was maIIy yeal
Older. He said that grandfather was
not only a very dear friend. but the
inspiration of his boyhood.
"He never forgot him, and when we
were in England this spring he came
all the way to London to see grand
mother Oh! how sad and shocked he
would be i< he knew what had hap
rened to herr am almost glad he
does not know. for with his own ter
litie bereavement--"
HAS he-mat with pereavernent?'
The words were low and hoarse. and
purbgr turned his face from her as he
asked the question.
"Oh! yes, she replied. Some months
ngo he lost his beautiful little girl
end now he writes that Lady Bara.
more Is dead-died quite suddenly
was buried three days before, with
their baby hoy
There was a child-a boy?"
She turned ahd looked at him. G
little surprised at the question. Bar
her rose from the bench.
''It Is very sad. Miss Chisleigh; an
sclry for your friend. You will prom
ise 20 call on me II you need me-if
can in any way be of service I" so :?
he said hastily, and before Annabe
could answer was gone, stridinE away
across the ME adows without a back
ward glance.
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