The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1938-08-05

DEaEy. Inc TWO OlueT WoitiCu,
Grandmother Sentry with word OF
farewell to Professor Brace, depart
ed. Barbara looked at the profess
sor helplessly.
81 feel-funny!" she confessed. Il
keep thinking ! ought to cry, but
don't really feel thing"
you're still numb" he suggest
ed. eff person is shot or stabbed,
he just thinks at first that someone
pushed himl He doesn't realize how
badly he's hurt till the first shock is
over"
"And of course" she reflected
loyalty, 81 know it's not truel 1t
couldn't be, could it," Then, as Phil
returned, she asked quickly, did
you get Mr.. Hare, Phil?"
Phil nodded. eyes," he said.
"He's on the job" He mopped his
forehead. Then they heard Mrs.
Sentry coming downstairs, and Phil
and Barbara went to meet her as
though to help her.
But she came in strongly, went to
a chair, sat down. Only when she
was seated did she slump with wea-
riness. She looked at Professor
Brace. her guard for moment
down.
IT feel as though we were all
dreaming, insane" she said. I'm
glad you're-a stranger. If you were
one Of our friends, you'd be sympa-
thetic, and-I don't think ! could
stand that" She added, eat first I
didn't feel anything; but now-1'm
beginning toll"
Phil on one side, Barbara on the
other, pressed close to her, as much
seeking comfort as giving it; and
Barbara said miserably, II think
the worst part Of 1t is not knowing
what has happened, or what is hap
pening!"
''Mr. Hare is on the job, Barb"
Phil reminded her; and he explained
to his mother, 81 asked him to come
later and tell us-whatever there is
to tell--as soon as he knows"
Mrs. Sentry nodded. "We can't
do anything but wait, I supposed"
Her head lifted. cts outrageous!"
she cried. "We're respectable; de-
cent people. The police, the news
papers"
No one spoke; and after a mo-
ment she said Indignantly: II turned
off the lights in mothers room and
looked out. There are cars in the
street, Phil, and men standing
around"
Reporters, probably"
81 won't have that. Tell them to
60 away!"
Professor Brace said: They'll
stay, Mrs. Sentry. That's their job,
you see."
"Well, it's thoroughly disreputa-
BILE job!" The doorbel rang, and
she exclaimed, ''If that's one Of
them, don't let him inl"
Phil nodded, and he and Professor
Brace went together to the door. A
man stood there; reporters grouped
behind him a policeman by his side.
Phil would have closed the door;
but the man said: "Ho1d onl I'm
District Attorney Flood"
Phil hesitated. "Oh, hul1o, Mr..
Flood" he said. GIVE heard father
speak Of you. You played cards
together sometimes, didn't your"
And he explained: ''I'm Phil Sentry.
Come in, won't your"
The District Attorney came In and
Phil closed the door, and introduced
Professor Brace. "My mothers in
the iving-room," he explained, and
led the other that way. "This is
Mr.. Flood, mother" he said.
Mrs. Sentry, without rising-she
could not trust her knees-extended
her hand. "Good evening. I've
heard Arthur speak of you. This is
our daughter, Barbara"
The District Attorney bowed. He
was big man, forid, physically
powerful, a successful politician,
and with a record of success in his
profession too. Yet he seemed
smaller now, and i'll at ease. Bar
bara sat on the arm of her mothers
chair, watching him; Phil and Pro-
lessor Brace stood at one side, their
faces somewhat in shadow.
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