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Isappearance
of Paulina
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Chapter 1,
"How delightfully warm and
comfortable you are here, Miss Clem-
ency! I always think you have learn-
ed the secret of thorough comfort
better than any one I know. No
fires sparkle so merrily as yours, 110
rooms are so bright, no tea -tables so
inviting. It is like walking' straight
into paradise to come in here today—
though, by tlr• way, I suppose the
Rector would take me to task if he
heard that little flower of speech.'
The Rector's wife sinks luxuriously
into the inviting armchair that stands
midway between the cheery fire and
the round table set out with heavy
olds -fashioned silver, quantity -patter-
ned china, and all the adjuncts to
the more than moderately substantial
n1ea1 which Miss Clemency. Grace
sets forth in honour of the guests
who patronise her "day.”
In these circumstances it is per-
haps needless to add that such pat-
ronage never fails. The long, low
picturesque rooms of Grace Cottage
generally overflow before the after-
noon is over with a 19.erry gossiping
crowd, and the owner'?is comfortably
sure that they will do so presently,
though for the time Mrs. Merrit, the
Recor's wife, is her only guest.
"I don't think the Rector will ex-
communicate you for paying me a
pretty compliment," the answered
briskly. "Let Lucy take away your
furs, Mrs. Merritt they occupy too
much room. Where have you left
the girls? •They are coming, I
hope?"
"Oh, clear, yes! I left them at the
church with all the rest of our young
people. You will have them 'herea" in
a crowd soon; for the decorations
were almost finished when I left, but
I got so chilly standing about that I
thought I would come straight on and
let then follow."
"You were wire," Miss Grace ag-
rees, her glance following the move-
ments of her maid, Lucy, who is set-
ting the ],cavy urn in its place, "I
suppose the decorations are even
prettier than usual this year? Nel-
lie Slade is quite an artist in arrang-
ing flelvers."
Mrs. Merrit rubs her nose and ans-
wers in a slightly aggrieved tone—
"Yes; I am rather vexed with Nel-
Ile, for the had counted so touch on
her torte that Ida and Flo left sev-'
oral things to the very, last, and she
did not turn up,"
"Nellie Slade! Well, 1 am aston-
ished! She was. so full of the decora-
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tions when I was at the Abbey yes-
terday that I did not think wild hor-
ses would have kept her away."
"Nor I, but there is no counting on
girls, especially girls who have their
lovers and trousseaux to think about.
No doubt she forgot the whole busi-
ness, and, after all, it is scarcely
fair to blame her as it 1s within a
week of her wed:'ing-day."
"No, perhaps not; but still I don't
believe she did forget. It is so unlike
Nellie, and she is so fond of Flo and
say. Ida. I hope there is nothing
wrong at the Abbey."
"There can be nothing, I should
`ray. Miss Blake drove past the Rec-
tory gate on her way to town just
as 'ere wore corning out. She did not
stop the carriage, as she usuallyidoes,
but nodded and smiled when she saw
us, I ftilicy she was'in a hurry,"
"And 14i;llie was not with iter?"
"No, or 'I\should not`\Jtave expect-
ed her, for Ale could riot have got
back in time.- 'iNo tha c you, no
cake, Miss Clen ;nese! Ican never
resist that butteretl, toast. Of course
1 shall pay for eati1tg it, but or, al-
lows oneself indiges ,i.on at festive
tines." 1j
Miss Grace laughs. Salle is a fair,
plump, pretty old maid, t;ibugh touch
more matronly and materiiil-looking
than her tall, angular, and shirp-eyed
friend. Not a rich woman, ' of an
imposing or clever one, thoul'h by
right of birth she belongs to the
county families, she is by sheer force
of a genial nature and love for her
follow -creatures a greater power in
'Crah,itone than she herself suspects.
No one, not even Harriet Green,
whose tongue is tipped with gall and
vinegar, ever says a spiteful word'
about "Miss Clemency," and no one
ever heard a spiteful sentence pass
]ter kindly lips. In fact her unfailing
defence of any person or thing at-
tacked in her presence has passed
into a general jest. She promptly
gives au instance of It now by stout-
ly standing up for the maligned toast.
"I -will not admit that you are
earning any indigestion," she protests
with energy. "The toast Is innocent
and excellent. The cold walk has
made you hungry, so cat with an easy
conscience and forget those silly diet-
etic fade. Come, Mrs, Merrit says,
let me tempt you!"
"I am very willing' to be tempted,"
Mrs. 5Iei'rit says, "and rather inclin-
ed to agree with you into the bargain.
You and I are old fashioned people,
Miss Clemency, and fond of old-
fashioned thing:."
"Yes, and we shall have one of
them in the shape of a white Christ-
m4as, Mies Clemency says. "Old Rob-
son promises that we shall be snowed
up `afore inarning,' and he is a very
fair weather prophet as a rule."
"I think ho will be right, Tho
snow was drifting when I came in,
ands the clouds were low and blaok,
I shall be glad when the girls make
their appearance, for Flo has a bit
of a cold already, and I. don't want
her to snake it worse by hanging
about chattering. It would be too
bad if the child were laid up over
Christmas, and worse still 11 she had
to miss the wedding. The girls tried
on their bridesmaid's dresses to -day
and, though I suppose 1 am not much
of a judge, 1 thotight they both look-
ed sweetly pretty."
"I am quite 'sure -they dill" Miss
Clemency agrees, with a warmth and
sincerity that pleases the proud sloth- —half a dozen bright eyed ro,y-
r. They are dear girls, Lint! 1 cheeeiclid. girls who one and all fall
good an they ate pretty, which i --upon Miss Clemency with hearty t e' -
tying a great Ileal, It:timid be a gee:, then, tarring their frlaces at the
oit susee::ln1 wedding from the well-,pread table set ,to work e eche+
artistic point of view. Miss Matto and chattering with en ;quill marl!
lots speed neither trouble ser ex nee,: and goodwill,
ms., and Neilie's taaste, is exquisite.
o with beauty provided boot itt
Bride and bridestntiils•----.."
"Olt, 1 really turret put in a pret<r:9t
.here!" Mrs.-Aler•rit says, with a
mile. "U1' ewIr.se my geese are
.;wane to me, Int, I am afraid that
11e rest of the world will scarcely ur-e
he• Lime worti to describe the brides -
melds an::i the bride. Flo and Ila
are dear, fresh, sweet charming pret-
ty t;ii'is, but Nellie Slade is a beau-
ty!'•
Miss Clemency nods.
"Yea 1 suppose you are right,
Her be ,ty is uncommon, so is its
type. I often wonder whether she is
wholly English,"
Mrs. Merrit rubs her long net+e--•a
..
tt,e• lc l t
r hers she
is puzzled t
in any way uncomfortable—and stars
into the fire a: she answers slowly—
"I too wonder in many ways oboist
Nellie, because, after all, ono knows
so little about her. She lives up to
her looks in one way, for site has
conte among us humdrum folk quite
as a heroine of mystery and ro-
mance."
There is no unkindness in the
lady's words, and there is really Clone
in her thoughts, but Miss Clemency's
defensive instinct is aroused.
"Romance, if you like, but I fail
to see the mystery! Miss Blake of
course knows all about the girl :.ha
has taken to her heart and home in
such generous fashion, and she told
us quite as much as it was good for
us to know when she announced her
cousin's engagement."
"0h, yes, she was perfectly frank
and, as you say, amazingly gener-
ors! She is an awfully proud wo-
man, and I don't suppose she liked
the idea of Sir Stephen Trevor marry-
ing his sister's governess any better
than that sister herself did; but how
differently they behaved! Poor Mrs,
Ruthven lost her tempos and her dig-
nity, and would have turned the girl
out of doors at once and left her to
fare as she could till Sir Stephen could
arrange for the marriage, while Miss
Blake simplified everything, by her
prompt kindness in bringing Nellie
here and treating her like her own
child. Her awn younger sister would
have been a politer phrase, though,
and really nearer the truth, but some-
how one never thinks of Pauema
Blake as a young woman She must
be about the same age as Sir Stephen
I suppose?"
"Yes—a year or so older, I fancy,"
Miss ,Clemency Says, sipping her tea
in an absent-minded fashion. They
used to be great friends too at one
time. Indeed I used to -fancy—
But there, I ant a foolish old match-
maker, and I aim quite sure now that
there was never any sort of sentiment
between then!."
"She is not sentimental," Mrs,
Merrit agrees—"at least I mean not
in any foolish way. We all know she
is softhearted enough and generous
tri a fault. I often tell the Rector it
is aspecial blessing to have such a
ricin and liberal Squiress as Miss lI "Oh, my dear! It was a dreadful
.Blake, even if she is too much of an disappointment! I .would not have
absentee. How Nellie must adore missed it for the world! I was ins
her!"
"Yes, I think she does,"
"And Miss Blake is devoted to her
now. Of course what she did at
first was altogether for the sake of
her cousin and the family, for she
could not be expected to love all nt
once the little intruder who was set-
ting them all at odds with each other
I ant not sure indeed that she diel not
begin with a little aversion, How-
ever, Nellie's beauty, grace, and pas-
sionate gratitiude soon conquered all
her prejudices, and I sun sure she
really loves hoe^ today."
Miss Clemency nods, but sloes not
speak. She is not perhaps so certain
as hien Merrit is that Pauling Blake
has any real affection for the girl
she protects and shelters. Sometimes
indeed she fancies that under the
lavish kindness a little of the old dis-
like survives.
"I am a wicked, ovilemlinded. old
woman!" she tells herself severely,
"Paulina's nature is too magnanimous
for me to .understand it, ,.and so I
must credit her with mean resent-
ments such as I shotiId ria 'doubt
cherish thyself. Yet ---I could have
sworn it Was hatred I read in those
big sombre eyes!"
"Here are tate girls at length!"
Mrs. Merrit cries briskly, and Miss
"How let- you aver Mrs. ?4'ei.t
says, smiling at the hippy ,perm:,:
!ares, "I hope you finished ev. fy-
thing before you tame away, I1 e'!il
not be easy to get do",'a to the
church to -morrow."•
"Oh the t now will not be meek
nno ! he r!' Flo Merrit says. "SV,.
Have still plenty to do, so Mr. ;it, Hili
wants us to he at the church quite
rayl•. It was too dark to work any
longer, and of course we !Hissed
Nellie. Slade a good deal. She 15 00
quick with her fingers, and then she
loses no time making up her mind or
changing it a dozen times, as Ids ane{
I do, Nellie is awfully clever."
"Did not Nellie conte or send a
message, after all, them?"
h.re is at faint ,tnprt.c in teles.
:Merrit'.• tone, and Ida, her second
daughter, shakes her head in at puz-
zled way.
"No; I cannot slake it out at all,
because she promised to help me out
with a difficult piece of work, and it
is so unlike her to break a promise.
Oh, here she is perhaps, as there is
•,01110 one at the gate, 1liss Clemency!
No, it is only old Harriet Green."
"Ida!" her mother begins reprovs
ingly, but the reproof is cat short of
necessity, for before she has time to
.utter it Miss Green comes bustling
into the room.
"Here you all are! Thank good-
ness, I am not too late for a cup of
your invigorating tea, Miss Clemency
1 am half frozen and out of breath
running through the sharp air, trying
to be in something like time. You
will forgive me, won't you, dear, for
being so late?"
Miss Clemency laughs, and assures
her guest that site is not in the least
offended. In the goodness of her
heart the little lady is ready to for-
give most things to most people, and
.:he finds it singularly easy to pardon
Miss Green's tardy appearance, for,
truth to tell, that lady is no favourite
of hers. Indeed she enjoys no special
favour in Cranstone society, though
most people treat her with extrema
politeness, having a wholesome dread•
of her sharp and unscrupulous
tongue. •
She is a tall thin woman of a cer-
tain limited income and a rather un-
certain age. • She is not ill -looking
as far as feature is concerned, though
her long thin nose, with a tendency
to redden at the tip, her long upper
lip, and hard steel -gray eyes give her
rather the' look of some pouncing
bird of prey. She is a good talker,
when too obvious malice does not
spoil her speech.
As she sits now sipping her tea
Miss Clemeicy and Mrs Merrit both
come to the same conclusion that she
has some piece of gossip, probably
ill-natured, to repeat—she Iooks so
self-satisfied.
"You were another truant„ Miss
Green," Flo Merrit says carelessly,
turning round in her chair. "1 made
sure you would have urned up as
usual for decorations"
deed all caressed and ready when
something odd happened. I will tell
you all about it presently. But you
say `another trusnt' 1 Was I not the
only one to stay away?"
Something in the keen eyes, she.
scarcely knows what, causes Miss
Clemency to intervene cheerfully..
`Alms, no.! I am another culprit,
Miss Green. A few 1•he.uallatie
twinges last night made a coward of
ane, I shirked the church chills and
my duty,"
"Indeed Fie was not thinking of
you, Miss Clemency!" Mrs. Merrit
protests, "We never expected yon;
I should have been quite vexed if you
had run any risles in this weather,
Of course, with a strong girl. like
Nellie Slade the rase is very differ-
ent. She can scarcely plead the cold
as an excuse."
An intelligent smile brightens Miss
Green's face. She laughs a little as
she hands up her cup for more ten,
and says gaily—,
"Not quite so much sugar, please,
Miss RIO! So Miss Slade was the
absentee? Well, I an, not surprised
to tear it, and we must make all sort
of excuses for her; she was so much
better engaged."
"I don' understand!" Mrs Morrie
says rather bluntly. "You manage
Clemency .is doubly delighted to see to know more thing's than most peo-
het• always welcome guests on this pie, Harriet, tin perhaps you can tell
us what Nellie's excuse was•"
Miss Green nodi.
"Not the weather, as you justly
remarked, but something quite sea-
sonable and much pleasanter. She
occasion, because their arrival ban-
ishes a Vague and hauntingly un-
pleasant 'thought.
They compo- trooping merrily and
somewhat noisily into the cosy room
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plainly visible cries—
a"Well, weshall saes hear all about
• WD ANTEi the mystetiou: meeting at first stand
for hire is Nellie herself corning; up
Mthe rand, at a splendid pare too.
+Ili li•o-,I irlrka,t price
Russian furs and all just as lll1s
H
+ Greer, de=;gibed her
ss,s c
s.
y I inn glad!" Mier Clemency 'gig
o !gut! le •r your 11Itie'S • ,t.
+ ,I. "I know 111 would not 1ol's't 11
rein iron unexpected pleases, erste
▪ 'Me, ., tar from herr thoughts for a lithe:, i
rouse Sir Stephen is with her?"
•4w-1.44.64.041 4..4m+ml'4, w•s .1- ..r "Oil, iron` Ida :ray;: tistth a little,
d.utiee'r "She• iia, left bilin in dlis;
Bla.ke•s care, 1 su t fns.•. Nc1111 4
i.. enn•rtainin:; her young man." 1!
"Sir Stephen Trevor?' quite alone,"
trier: Green thsegs her atr,,titier;,
"My dear Mrs, .;Bent, you :;hock
111'! Cs it possible that , 11 e Shute
has two?„
"But, 1111,:. Green, you 'oust he
nli. t•tlten! Sir Stephen is .still in Ire-
land. Miss Blake this' ane last night
that the cool t not get bads until to-
morrow night or perhaps.Christmas
morning."
llarriet Green set, down her cup,
opens, her lips as though to make
some derided answer, closes them a-
gain with a sudden snap, and looks
round her in 0 puzzled way, while
710 ;Merrit cries—
"Of course there is some mistake!
Who told you Sir Stephen was here?"
"Why, no one! It was not what 1
heard but what I saw." She pauses
frowns, then gives a sudden nod and
says sharply, "Oh, I cannot be mis-
taken! My eyes are as sharp as need-
les, and as I passed the Abbey gates
I certainly saw them talking earnstly
together just inside! She wore that
Russian jacket of sealskin and sable
tips he sent her last week and the
little cap to match. I was half in-
clined to stop and congratulate thein
but they were so absorbed in each
other to think of mere passer-by."
"Did you see Sir Stephen's face?"
Miers Grace asks, a vaguely puzzled
look in her kind eyes,
"Well, no. His cap came down
over his ears, but it was Sir Stephen's
height and general build. Besides,
else could it be? Nellie Slade is not
the sort of girl to have romantic (Continued Next Week)
meetings with other men then her
bridegroom within a week of her W. D. S. JAMIESO N,
wedding -day," MD; CM; LM•CC;
There is perhaps just a hint of Physician and Surgeon
doubt in the tone; though perhaps the
words are so confident; and it is to
the former Miss CIemency answers as
she says )stoutly—
"Of course not! Sir Stephen crust
have got back earlier than he expect-
ed. What a delightful surprise his
appearance must have been for Nellie
and Miss Blake!"
"Delightful!" Mrs. Merrit agrees
warmly; but Ida, who has been star-
ing through the window from which
Chapter 1I.
The words Imre scarcely passed
her lip.,- whim Miss Slade—a tall
singularly graceful girl --enters.
"ti�rell, hart. you are at length, toy
dear!" Nike Clemency goes forward
at.
1
r o , r two to l,t ne
t her with un-
usual
n-
usual warmth, because she is dimly
ennscions of something awkward in
Cie girl'., position, something curious
in her aspect. "Better late than ntev-
cr! But you are a sad truant! We
bad almost given you up."
"1 am so sorry!" the girl mur-
murs, returning the other's warm
rmbrac•e in a rather perfunctory
fashion. And, turning to Mrs. Mer-
rit with a sort of nervous haste, she
adds, "But I could not get to the:
church in time. I did not forget my
promise, Flo; I was unexpectedly de-
tained."
Flo Merrit laughs. She is the most
good-natured of girls, and would not,
for any consideration, vex or em-
barrass her chosen and particular
friend; but she is accustomed to hear
herself described as a "dreadful
tease," and the temptation to tease
the most legitimate of vieims, a
bride elect, is. irresistible.
"Unexpectedly detained!" she ech-
oes, "How angry you roust be to
have been so unpleasantly detained!
If I were you, my clear, I should have
sent the impertinent detainer away
or else have brought him along with
me to the church."
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