The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1918-04-04
CHAPTER II.
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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 one that she had found 1t
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 a Friday. The next
forenoon Hazel went downtown. When
she returned, little before eleven, the
maid of all work was putting the last
touches to her room. The girl pointed
to nm oblong package on 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
n footman in brown livery. My, you
could see the girls peelling all along
the square when 1t stopped at our
door. II quite fustered the missus."
The girl fingered second, curiosity
writ large on her countenance. Plainly
she wished to discover what Miss Ha-
zel Weir would be getting in package
that was delivered in so aristocratic
II manner 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 newspaper,
md 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
pastebonrd cover. And set edgewise
among the stems she found his card.
Miss Weir turned up her small nose.
~ wonder If he sends these as u
sort of peace ofrerlng?" she snorted.
81 wonder II few hours of reflection
has made him realize just how exceed
Ingly caddlsh he acted? Well, Mr.
Bush, I'll return your unwelcome gift
though they are beautiful flowers"
And she did forthwith, squanderlng
40 cents on a messenger boy to deliver
them to Mr.. Bush at his Office. She
wished him to labor under no misap
prehension as to her attitude.
The next day-Sunday-sh spent
with Jack Barrow on visit to his
cousin in nearby town. They parted
as was their custom, at the door. Il
was still early In the evening-eight
thirty, or thereabouts-and Hazel wen
into the parlor on the first floor. Mrs
Stout and one of her boarders sa
there chatting, and at Hazel's entrance
the landlady greeted her with a star
Ting bit Of news:
"Evenin', Miss Weir. Ave you 'earC
about Mr. Bush, pore gentleman
Mrs. Stout was very English.
"Mr. Bush? No. What about hlm?'
"'E was 'urt shockin' bad this awft'
noon," Mrs. Stout related. "Out 'orse
back ridin', and is 'orse ran ava!
with i'm, and fell on i'm. Fell all Of {
cap, they say. Terrible-terrlble
The pore man isn't expected to live
rs backs broke, they say. Wat ,
pityl Shockin' 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 upor