The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1912-06-13

her loneliness Not until the COVER
nor's footsteps sounded along the hall
| way did she venture to return to Mrs
| Dunmeade. The youngest child. a lit
tie boy just learning to walk. was rub
bing his eyes sleepily, and Eleanor,
taking him into her arms. crooned a
slumber song to him while Mrs. Dun
meade sewed
! II always make the little ones
clothes myself" Mrs Dunmeade ex.
| planned
| Eleanor nodded understandingly. II
know. would myself II had bahics
of my own and wouldn't leave them
to nurse. She held the little sleep
er closer. II understand now how
you could leave your beautiful home
and all your old friends to come here"
at was a little hard at first" Mrs
Dunmeade said softly. so us not to
disturb the babys slumber. but I
soon got over that. We've been here
six years new, and I'll haee to leave
It. I've had John and the children.
and our old friends, the best of them
at least. visit us often Occasionally.
too. we meet very interesting people.
BY the way. we are to have one such
for dinner this evening. one of your
city's politicians. Robert McAdoo."
Eleanor almost dropped the child in
her astonishment. Robert McAdeo!
You know him. them Mrs Dun
meade's question convicted her of du.
plicity. since Paul Remington had
written her. confding to her a little
of his trouble.
The child stirred uneaslly. and Flea
nor hummed few bars of the slum-
Der song before she answered.
"Yes. I've met him three times in
my life. And he hates me"
Later I'm the afternoon the governor
came in. accompanied by Murchell.
who had left the municipal campaign
in Adelphia to be at a conference with
Robert Mc..doo.
Dusk had fallen when the little
group broke up to dress for dinner
Mrs. Dunmeade went with Eleanor to
the latter's room.
How pretty may we look tonightT'
Eleanor asked smilingly.
Our very prettiest," Mrs. Dun
meade smiled back.
But won't Mr.. McAdoo"-
Mrs Dunmeade interrupted laugh
ingly. My dear, you don't know the
American man. If you've never seen
Robert McAdoo in the evening | prom
ise you surprise. You'll forget the
mill hand and tough politician"
"Then he is a tough politician"
Judge for yourself tonight" And
Mrs. Dunmeade with a twinkle in her
eyes left Eleanor alone. The latter
proceeded to make a very careful toilet.
When she descended TO the library
she found Murchell there alone. He
greeted her with courtly bow.
"Will you allow an old man to say
that you are very beautiful young
lady, Mrs Gilbert?"
She dropped him a courtesy. II as
sure you, I'm not half so good as I'm
good to look at"
But | expect you to be- You mustn't
disappoint me-"
She shook her head, laughing, and
promptly changed the subject
"Who are these digni6ed gentlemen
looking down on us? Governors|
"Yes-that is And beginning with
the portrait Of the states first gov
ernor, distinguished Revolutionary
soldier and statesman, he guided
Eleanor around the room, telling her
briefly what each man had done or
failed to do. 1t was not always an
honorable tale. The last, hung in an
obscure corner, was Dunmeade's,
Eleanor studied 1t in silence for few
moments.
Hes good man, isn't heI" she ask
ed at last
Murchell answered with deep feeling.
"The best | know and the most mis-
understood"
The governor and his wife entered.
"Is 1t a secret?" the latter asked
gayly. Mrs. Dunmeade was very hap.
py that evening.
"Mr. Murchell has been telling me
about our governors" Eleanor answer
ed, concealing her disappointment over
the interruption. II wonder whose pic
ture will be hung there next"
She saw a quick, meaning glance
pass between Murchell and the govern
ors wife. But for answer Mrs. Dun
meade merely laughed and said eva
sively, "Oh, one never knows what a
day may bring forth in politics"
They were chatting before the gov
ernor's portrait when the tinkle of the
| doorbell was heard. Eleanor. with
amused expectancy, stepped back into
the corner where she could not be seen
by Bob at once.
He entered, and Eleanor. warned as
she had been by Mrs. Dunmeade. could
hardly repress start OF surprise. His
manner as he met their cordial well
come was neither repelling nor eager,
but rather the quiet dignity of a man
who was sure of his footing. Eleanor
found herself rejoicing that she had
not attempted to patronize him dur
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