The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-11-27
cooxrisht. 1910. by Emerson Hosah
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 secret errand might tread light. She flung herself upon the bed. her hands clasped. her lips moving in supplica- ton.
 1 But now it came again. That was it. It was a footfall. It approached along the hall. paused at the barricaded door. It was there outside, stopping. She heard a breath drawn. The knob was tried. silently at first. then with great l CT force. Who is there?" she quaver- ed. tsWho is there?" she repeated. No answer caLe.
 "Jeannei" she cried aloud. "Oh. Jeanne! Jeanne! Sallyr' l There was sound of a distant door ! opening. No voice came. Outside her l own door now was silence. l She could endure no more. Though it were into flames. she must escape from this place. Half clad as she was. she ran to the window and unhesitat- ingly let herself out over the sill. l cIutching at the ivy as she did so. As she now half slid from the win dow she grasped wildly st the screen of ivy and, as fate would have it, caught one of its greater branches. 1t held fast and she swung free from the sill. which now she could never again regain. She clung desperately. blinds ! Iy. swung out. then felt the roots of i the ivy. above her rip free. one after, another. far I'D. almost to the cornice. Its whole thin ladder broke free from the wall. She was flung into space. l She dropped out and down. struck heavily aud had but consciousness enough left to half rise Before her eyes shone scores of little pointed lights. Then her senses passed away and all went sweety. smoothly and soothingE black about her. < After ages there came faint sounds of 1, runll-ng feet. Her first distinct. feel l ing was one of wonder that Dunwody himself should be the first to bend l over her and that on his face there should seem surprise, regret. grief. How could he feign such things? She 1 pushed at his face, panting. silent
 Jeanne now was there-Jeanne. tear full. excited, wringing her hands. offer ing aid. But in spite of Jeanne, Dun 5wody raised Josephine in his arms. i As he did so he felt her wince. Her arm dropped loosely.
 Good God. It is broken!' he cried. "Oh, why did you do this? Why did you: You poor girl, you poor girl! And it was all my fau1t-my fauIt!" Then suddenly: Sally! Eleazarr' he cried.
 They came running now from all sides. Between them they carried Josephine back to her room and placed her once more upon her couch
 Saddle up. Eleazar.' commanded Dunwody. "Get a doctor-Jamieson- from St. Genevieve as fast as you can. The lady's arm is broken
 Pardon, monsieur he began, sbut x+ Sef fo frs Ma set arm before now. Suppose set heem now, then go for the doc?'
 Could you do that?' demanded; Dunwody.
 somehow, yes, me-" answered Elea- gar. Dunwody nodded Without fur ther speech the old man rolled up his sleeves and addressed himself to his task. His patient made no sound of suffering. She only panted, like a frightened bird held in the hand a1-a though the sobbing of Jeanne filled the room. The forehead of Dunwody was beaded. He said nothing, not even when they had finished all they now could do to make her comforta ble- .sAu revoir, mademoiselle,' said Flea gar at length. q go now for those doc''
 A momeI Ter the room was clear COs AOAC gut OdA HOdJ ACAAaEAfA5e AC last, then. they were alone together.
 "Go away! Bring me Jeanne!' she cried at him.
 .sYes. you shall have Jeanne you shall have anything you want,'' he an swered at length quietly. Only get well. Forgive me all this if you can.''
 Josephine's lips trembIed. May goT'
 There was a strange gentleness in his voice. You're hurt. It would be impossible for you to go now. Don't be afraid. Don't, don'tr'
 She looked at him keenly in spite of her suffering. There seemed some change about him. At length, heavily. his head sunk. he left the room.
 Jeanne herself. sobbing. fearful. withal overjoyed. rejoined her mistress. The two embraced as was best possi- ble. As her senses cleared, a sort of relief came over Josephine. Now, she began to reason: for the time she, was shielded by this infirmity.
 Its an i'll wind. Jeanne. which blows no one good.'' she smiled brave ly. '.See. now we are together again.
 Madame. I like it not-this house. Something here is wrong. We must fiy!.'
 "But. Jeanne. I am helpless. We must wait noyy.''
 All that night and till morning of the next day they waited alone. Dunwody not appearing. though continually old Sally brought up proofs of his solici- tousness. At last there came the sound of boofs on the gravel road. and there aHghted at the door. dust covered and weary. old Eleazer and Jamieson. the doctor of St. Genevieve- These were met by the master of TaIlwoods him. self.
 "Listen now, Jamieson.'' said Dun- wody. ..Yon're here by my call Ask no questions. Your patient has broken an arm-there has been an accident That's all you need to know I think