Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-07-01

hour before dinner, and relaxed in her
comfortable beach-chair alongside an
other occupied by Mrs. Hunter. Mrs.
Hunter, like Mrs. Fall, was one of the
Old Guard of Society," and the range
of her Observation" was astonishing.
Other peoples affairs were as the
breath of life to her, and took 1t, in
effect. as a personal affront If Society
did not constantly furnish her keen
scent with a fresh track. Just now
she fairly fluttered with pleasure as
might hungry sparrow who has un-
expectedly come upon some delectable
morsel,
Nice place the Norrises have, don't
you think?"
Quite nice" Mrs. Fall didn't care
at that moment to think of the Nor
rises.
by the way, did you pass there on
your way DOWN." There was that in
her voice that bespoke something more
than her words could be literally held
to account for. Mrs Fall perked up.
mo, l came down by train-why7"
"Oh, nothing. Only l thought you
might know who that young woman is
he brought down in his machine this
afternoon-slim. brown eyed. black
hair"
"Alone?"-eagerly.
'No"-with combined hand wave
didn't alter 1t any, she was with what
looked like a delightfully."- useless
chaperone-some superannuated in
competent"
ssssOoOooooooo! Tell me. hAz
wife been down lately7"
NO she dislikes the salt air, you
know. Says it reddens her complexion,
or something like that, and prefers to
live inland further. She never comes
down"
"MMMMMMMmmmm Mrs. Fall
said no more then to her companion,
but as she rose and started to move
leisurely of, Mrs. Hunters finely at
tuned ears received an impression of
sound. that. after diligent assembling
and re-assembling in her busy mind,
she was gratified to resolve into some-
thing that sounded very promisingly
like Birds of a feather"
Mrs. Hunter was on the scent. Not
obviously on the scent. Oh, dear. no.
That would never do-but eagerly on
the scent-keenly on the scent-urg-
emily on-tire scent, her bright eXpectant
eyes and patronizing, preoccupied
smile signifying unquestionably to
those who knew her that the trail was
warm, the quarry faint, and ere night
fall she, Mrs. Hunter, would retrieve
to camp something to talk about be-
tween dances for many a week to
come.
She called on Ethel in her country
place and was received with the court
esy her position" mado necessary.
Good morning. Mrs. Norris"
Good morning, Mrs. Hunter; this is
an unexpected pleasure"
well, you don't come to see US
Mahomet and the mountain. don't you
know"
That's very kind of you. Won't
you sit DOWN."
Thanks. I can't stay very long.
Informal morning musicale at the
Ormsbys'-how l detest them!-not
the Ormsbys. of course; but I'm prom
ised for eleven. Come down and see
us, won't you? We have some de-
young friend along"
Pardon me?"
"I say we have some perfectly
charming times--and you can bring
your young friend along"
my young friend PIN a tone OF
bewilderment.
Eyes. the girl at your cottage, you
know. Came down with your husband
yesterday-lovely young thjng!-the
girl, of course. Such eyes, and such
lovely black hair"
"Yes, yes, to be sure"-quickly, and
trying to cover the very evident fact
that she knew nothing at all about it.
II will shortly. So good of you to
ask
''T'm afraid must be going now
OH, Heavens!" docking at her watch).
Mrs. Ormsby will never forgive me!
Goodbye, dear"
Goodbye. Mrs. Hunter; sorry you
can't stay"
Ethel sat there, mute and wondering,
trying, struggling to grasp the mean
ing of 1t all, and vaguely dreading az
she struggled to arrive at an explana-
ton all to plausible that would sus-
tain and reinforce her horrible sus-
yesterday, that II only the awful mis-
conception linking her name odiously
with Mr.. Falls could be dispelled. she
could master the doubt that pervaded
her of her husbands relations with
Myra Foster.