Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1918-10-03
CHAPTER IL.
6" Do Give and Beuueath."

Z" Do Give and Bequeath."
When Jack Barrow called again,
which happened to be that very eve
ming, Hazel told him simply that she
had left Harrington & Bush, without
entering into any explanation except
the general n that she had found it
impossible to get on with Mr.. Bush In
her new position. And Jack, being
more concerned with her than with her
work, gave the matter scant considera-
ton.
This was On q Friday. The next
forenoon Hazel went downtown. When
she returned, a little before eleven, the
maid Of all work was putting the last
touches to her room. The girl pointed
to an oblong package on a chair.
"That came for you a little while
ago, Miss Weir" she said. 'Mr. Bush's
carriage brought it."
"Mr. Bush's carriage - Hazel echoed.
"Yes'm. Regular swell turnout, with
q footman in brown livery. My, you
could see the girls peeking all along
the square when it stopped at our
door. 1t quite f1uStered the missus."
The girl fingered a second, curiosity
writ large on her countenance. Plainly
she wished to discover what Miss Ha-
eel Weir would be getting in a package
that was delivered in so aristocratic
q manne But Hazel was in no mood
to crafty anyone's curiosity. She was
angry at the presumption of Mr.. An
drew Bush. 1t was an excellent way
of subjecting her to remark.
She drew off her gloves, and, laying
aside her hat, picked up a newspaper,
and began to read. The girl, with no
excuse for lingering, reluctantly gath
cred up her broom and dustpan, and
departed. When she was gone, and
not till then, Miss Weir investigated
the parcel.
Roses-two dozen long-stemmed La
Frances-flled the room with their
delicate odor when she removed the
pasteboard cover. And set edgewiso
among the stems she found his card.
Miss Weir turned up her small nose.
II wonder if he sends these as q
sort Of peace offering?" she snorted.
81 wonder If a few hours of reflection
has made him realize just how exceed
ingly caddish he acted? Well, MI.
Bush, I'll return your unwelcome gift
-tAoYHah they are beautiful flowers"
And she did forthwith, squander!ng
40 cents on a messenger boy to deliver
them to Mr.. Bush at his office. She
wished him to labor under no misap-
p%rehension as to her attitude.
The next day-Sunday-she spent
with Jack Barrow on q visit to his
cousin in a nearby town. They parted,
as was their custom, at the door. It
was still early in the evening-eight-
thirty, or thereabouts-and Hazel went
into the parlor on the first floor. Mrs.
there chatting, and at Hazel's entrance
the landlady greeted her with a star
Ting bit of news:
"Evenin', Miss Weir. Ave you 'eard
about Mr.. Bush, pore gentleman"
Mrs. Stout was very English.
"Mr. Bush? No. What about him?'
"'E was 'urt shockin' bad this awft'-
noon," Mrs. Stout related. "Out 'orse-
back ridin', and is 'orse ran away
with I'm, and fell on i'm. Fell all of a
'eap, they say. Terrible-terrible!
The pore man isn't expected to live.
rs backs broke, they say. Wat q
pity! Shocl1in' accident, indeed
Miss Weir voiced perfunctory SYM
pathy, as was expected of her, seeing
that she was an employee of the firm
or had been lately. But close upon
that she escaped to her own room.
She did not relish sitting there dis
cussing Mr.. Andrew Bush.
Nevertheless she kept thinking Of
him long after she went to bed. She
was not at all vindictive, and his mis-
fortune, the fact-if the report we're
true-that he was facing his end,
stirred her pity.
The report of his injury was verified
in the morning papers. By evening it
had pretty well passed out of Hazel's
mind. She had more pleasant con-
Germs. Jack Barrow dropped IN about
six-thirty to ask If she wanted to &c
with him to a concert during the week.
They were sitting In the parlor, by
q front window, chatterlng to each
other, but not so engrossed that they
failed to notice a carriage drawn by
two splendid grays pull up at the front
gate. The footman. in brown livery,
got down and came to the door. Hazel
knew the carriage. She had seen Mr..
Andrew Bush abroad in 1t many q
time. She wondered If there was some
further annoyance in store for her, and
frowned at the prospect.
She heard Mrs. Stout answer the
bell In person. There was a low
humble of voices. Then the landlady
appeared In the parlor doorway. the
f0otman behind her.
'T'his Ia the ladv." MIRA. Stout. In.