The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1912-06-20
CHAPTER XVII
HATE OR LOVE?

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respected he said courteously.
He rose from the table. Bob reluc.
tantly accompanied the others into the
library As they walked through the
hallway they heard shouts of childish
merriment At the door of the library
they halted 60 watch n pretty little
group. Eleanor sitting on the floor
romping with the three children. con.
siderably to the disarrangement of hair
and gown. while Mrs. Dunmeade and
a maid looked laughingly on. Eleanor,
flushing slightly. hurriedly rose to her
feet. holding the baby. Now, beauti
full woman never appeals so strongly
to a man as when she has a little child
in her arms.
Come. you children" Mrs. Dun
meade commanded with mock sever
ity. ito bed with you. These young
sters. Mr.. McAdoo. have the run of the
house. you see"
But before the child was turned over
to the waiting maid Eleanor, conscious
shall we confess it?-of the charming
picture she made. must take him to
his father to receive the good night sa
lutte. Next Murchell must pay his
homage. Then she looked. hesitatin-
toward Bob. who stood in the back
ground As he read her intent in her
audacious smile he felt the blood rise
| moon, 90 ,.to h1p 20 bfc fara
Come" A--e declared gayly; "you
shan't be neglected, Mr.. McAdoo."
She carri, d the child to Bob and
held him up. Bob. with awkward ua.
familiarity. extended his big hand to-
ward the mite of humanity. But the
little one refused to accept the ad
vances, clinging tightly to Eleanors
neck and regarding the big stranger
with frightened eyes.
"Do you know what they say OF
children's instincts?" she whispered
softly. that the others might not hear
Bob flushed even more deeply.
1t was little thing. but 1t added
fuel to the fame of his angry resent
ment again. her.
She gave he child over to the maid
Children are dears, even If they are
hard ON ones hair" she laughed as
with the inimitable grace which
woman imparts to the operation she
replaced the wlsps of hair disordered
by the youngsters irreverent hands.
When the damage had been repaired q
Mrs. Dunmeade suggested, Wont you
sing for us2' .-----.-------
"Yes," Eleanor replied without re
luctance, real or affected.
AS her voice rose and fell In some
simple song. chosen, had Bob only
known II. TO fit his own limited com
prehension, his eyes fixed their gas
sternly on the singer. His arms wae
folded across his chest. each hand
gripping its fellows biceps, as he had
sat through the convention when
Paul's impassloned voice, appealing to
something higher in the audience than
the orator himself felt, had found n
lodgment where least expected. The
easy unconcern with which he had TAX
en- his place among these people fell
from him. Here in the somber old libra
ry, fragrant with memories, in the pres.
ence OF the gentle souled Dunmeades,
listening to the beautiful. cultured,
well poised woman who was singing
here was no place for him! Let me
get back to my heelers and my fight
ing. where | belongw
Murchell rose to leave. First he held
| out his hand to Bob.
mo use coming with me. Your train
isn't due for two hours yet. My friend,