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OUR SERIAL STORY
The Disappearance
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"Nellie child, what is the matter? , than the lawyers led him to expect.
Are you i11?" Miss Clemency asks II wonder what made you think ae
quickly, for all the healthy bloom that would be here ,any sooner?"
a brisk walk through the keen air ` There is a hint of challenge in her
had brought to Miss Slade's finely- eyes as she turns to the corner in
winch Miss Harriett Green sits, welling and glowing svith an indignation
she cannot long suppress.
"Don't ask 1Viiss Clemency, Nellie!"
says Dirs. IVIerritt innocently. "Hata
etered the aong feelings, what- riet Green will tell you all about it.
She was so sure that she had seen
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featured face fades wrtn a ghastly
suddenness, leaving her lips white,
while her eyes dilate in a look of
gain.
Bu.t an a moment Miss Slade has
r trlei'r nature may nave been,
, dropping into a chair which Flo
rrit pulls forward, answers with
sigh—
"Not exactly i11, Miss Clemency,
ut I awoke with a bad headadhe, and
ave not ,been quite myself all day!
hen knowing how late it was, I
alked too quickly."
"Oh, I don't think a little extra
exertion like that counts at your age,
my dear!" Mrs. Merrit puts in plac-
idly. "And as, for being late, don't
let that upset you! There is plenty
of work left for to -morrow in the
church, and you can make amend's by
bringing Sir Stephen to help. We
will find plenty for him to do if he
s at all as handy as sailors are sup-
posed to be."
"Stephen 1" Nellie still looks pale
and uneasy as she glances up at the
speaker, but there is only a rather
puzzled expression naw in the beau-
' ' eyes. "I would gladly, Mrs. Mer -
1 am sure he would( be use-
r he is an artist as well as a
you know. However, we do
pest him till to -morrow night
he crossing is rough, early on
as morning."
er, sorely did simple words pro -
more startling effect! Mrs.
glances helplessly at Miss
ency, who looks furtively at Miss
let Green, sitting bolt upright.
.ody seems in a hurry to speak
t at length, just as the silence is
ecoming unpleasantly suggeativre,
he ;hostess Bays with a feeble Millie --
"Of course I knew that was the
arrangement, dear, but I thought--
we all thought—there had been some
change, a pleasant surprise."
Nellie shakes her head, from which
. shy: lura pushed back the fur cap. Sae
is by this time well aware of some-
thing odd in the atmosphere, Bub
her nerves are steadier now.
"No, there has been no Change,"
she says. "I tun sure Stephen would
conic if he could., if only to please
Miss Blake by being here when Pablo
Valdez arrives. But the business
that took hbn to Ireland has been
even more combatted and tiresome
you and Sir Stephen playing Romeo'
and Juliet in the Abbey grounds that
she really convinced us all!"
Nellie laughs ancb shrugs her
shoulders with gesture of disdain
that drives Miss Green frantic.
"I beg your pardon, Mrs. Merrit!"
the latter cries fiercely. "I really
cannot let you think or say that my
senses have deserted me or played
me any foolish pranks. Of course,
if Miss Slade assures us that Sir
Stephen Trevor is still in Ireland,
we are bound to believe her. But,
still—well, in the interests of truth
and justice, I ant sure you will not
deny"—she suddenly transfers the
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appeal to Miss Slade—"bhat you were
in the grounds an hour ago, or a little
less, walking backwards and • for-
wards nutter tihe trees talking to a
man whom I night very well mistake
as I certainly did, for Sit Stephen
Trevor?"
It fs, as every one feels, a chal-
lenge and an accusion, and all pre-
sent are inclined to resent Miss
Green's 'tone—all, that is, with the
exception of Nellie Slade, who bites
her under iia as though to repress a
smile, but answers with perfect,•grav-
ity and good temper.
"You really did, see me, Miss Green
dressed just as I ani now. And I
was walking with ,and talking' to
1 somebody. However, I cannot think
how you mistook him for Sir Stephen.
There is no likeness. between them."
"Oh, well, I slid not see his face;
his fur collar was turned tip!" illisc
Green admits, a little rnolified by
:ler partial triumph. "But there was
a general resemblance in ;height and
. build, so you will admit the mistake
was natural,"
"Possible, at any rate," the girl
agrees, with a little nod. "If you
come a little closer you couk!, ha'
seen that my companion was a much
' older clan."
"Thatis all right; we will not make
Sir 'Stephen jealous, Nell!" puts in
the irrespressiblc Flo. "We will add,
a long gray beard to Harriet's dee-
eriptien and paint your mysterious
acquaintance as the venerable Santa
Claus, a very proper visitor for
Obristmas-timo. But, talking of vis-
itors, when is Senor Valdez to ar-
rive?"
"On Tnesday,,noxt, I think. Miss
Blake wants to go to Southampton to
see his ship in, but, it being Boxing
Day, she is rather afraid of the
crowds and the general discomfort."
"Very reasonably so," Mies Clem-
ency says, warmly approving the
ehango of subject as well as Miss
Blake's prurience, "I think she would
be worse than foolish to run about
at such a time after a young man
Who can most likely manage ratite
web by himself, even if he is a sawn.
ger in the land."
"Of eaurse he Teaks English per -
godly. Miss Blake told ane so her-
self," says Ida Meriit. "01h, are you
not anxious to see him,
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THE BRUSSELS POST
WEDNESDAY, JAN. 4th, 1928.
"Net particularly so," Nellie be•
flet ;•s! Did you Fee how she tried
r:•11s, to make niisehi,'f about Nellie ''+1•id'
t. t
But the i cuts 1 .h other u, 11(1 'hurl � . 1
hawking bough.
"Naturally! I -was a goo:,e to .irk
lie rt, •;bolt. You are. not 'uln;i nl
u ea •illy nee but air S,[ alien /ea
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1uw. But Flo and I, who have !Wore
u minds, aie not ahli int, t,.1-
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te; atir;r-Ives in .1,,.t, runs tootle young
11 1)."
".My 'sear alit." her mothea• erty.,
r pre..: ,gly, "wi lot II (ins, Ilse you
alk) Anil 'how do you know th-1t
!tenor Valdez is romantic?"
"0'i1, 1 think we take that far
rtted, mother!" Flo cries, cocaine
uic•kly to her sister's aid. "In the
;:Taco, 'he eon's from Spanish
_Americo and is a caballero. Does
that not make Klin a poem in itself?
l tun sure Crunstone will be head ov-
'r 'heels. in love with him before he
has been here a week—always ex -
ways excepting Nellie, of course!"
Nellie laughs brightly, though
:hero is a troubled look in the glis-
tening eyes,
"I will not boast of any exception,
for 1 may find Senor Valdez as Ire-
'sis'ible as the rest of you and throw
Stephen over for his sake," site says
in a jesting tone; then the adds more
seriously, "He is really very gond-
looking."
"How do you know?" the circle
cries in chorus. "Have you seen his
picture?"
Nellie nods, amused by the son-
ration she has created.
"Yes; strangely enough, I saw it
only to -day. Miss Blake was turning
over her jewehcases and some old
boxes she has full of curiosities, and
among other odds and ends she called
me to look at a picture of Senor
Valdez in Mexican riding -dress. It
is a water-colour sketch, not a phot-
ograph, so it gives him all the advan-
tage of aright colour both in his
.dress and himself. He looks re-
markably picturesque, and a regular
Blake. I wonder she has not shown
it to you, Miss Clemency."
"So do I, my dear. But Miss Blake
is odd in some ways. Do you think
she has had this portrait long?"
"Oh, yes; she brought it back with
her from Mexico four years ago, she
said!" -
"Yes, it is a little over four years
since she went out to help her sister
after the death of Senor Enrique
Valdez, and she stayed with them
nine or ten months, trying to induce
them. to come• back to Etialand with
her, but, though they were left very
badly off, they would not leave Santa
Clara. The widow declared that she
meant to end her clays in her hus-
band's country, and the children were.
of course too' young to decide for
themselves. Why, this one, who is
the second or third child, must have
been quite a boy at the tune!"
"He looks it—tall and slight and
very graceful in This picturesque cos-
tume," Nellie agrees. "I do not won-
der he is Miss Blake's favourite: Her
only fear seems to .be that the climate
will frighten him away."
"0h, hes welcome will make it
warm enough!" Miss Merritt cries
cheerfully. "And all Cranstone is
sure to lionise him both for his aunt's
sake and for his romantic self. I
predict that we are going to, have a
lively time here, Nellie, even after
the grand excitement of your wed-
ding is over. It is a good thing for
Miss Blake, for I am sure she will
miss you dreadfully."
Nellie nods, and Miss Clemency
watching her as she has been doing
with vague • discomfort for the last
half-ahaur, is vexed with herself for
thinking there! is a strange look of
shrieking; pain and doulbt in the
dark -fringed eyes,
"Web, it is hard to tear oneself
away from this delightful room and
charming company!" Mrs, Montt
erjes, rising with real reluctance
from her cosy fireside seat. "But I
am afraid we cannot stay any longer
Miss Clemency. The rector will
-preach us a special sermon if we go
in late."
"And as I am going your way, 1
will join your party, if I may," Har-
riet Green chimes in briskly. "I
want to ask the demi rector a ques-
tion."
"Very well!" ' the Rector's Wife
agrees, with no special emthusia un,
while Flo and Ida express, in pan-
tomime, extreme disapproval behind
the lady's stiff straight back. • "I
supposao it is no use asking for your
oolnparly, Nellie? Your way is not
ours in this i:nstance."
Ae Nellie agrees, there Is a general
laanclshaking; then Mrs. Merrit 'and
hoe peaty pass out avto the chilliness
of the night, •
As they walk briskly along, Miss
Green and'the Rector's wife in front
with the two girls behind, flo says
to fda in a cautious Whisper—
"What a'spdteful eat that eld Haar
-
or, tit any'rate, to make her reel wl-
r"nitoi I ,b1„? I don't for a in ince l
i,.h, t r :hc tl,ou}rlit it .ia. Sir Step1-
�4i Naw."
"Nor the other I 1 'tii
)
;et -aphasia ") ut 1 raj Flo" ---c tecta-
t"7
o i,.,t
it ply,: a: nuuh'h slue!'
fat• th• fir•( 00)1). by otluei)lia •'v
Battu :n the fees -"I vatteler aim it
taps? if you remenil. 1•, Nelle neve
said."
Flo strusessel her thou/dere, with tt
slight /rig ge',tute,
"Of coarse tont! Why should slat
just to gratify Mks Green's curie .
ity? No doubt it was a trade -men
or reme one equally unimportant."'
"Bat Nellie would scarcely wall:
backwards and forwards talking ear-
nestly to a tradesman," objects the
other, with puzzled inquisitiveness.
"And one cannot fancy any ordinary
shopkeeper dressed up in fine furs,
as Miss Green says this man was."
"Well, perhaps it was an extraor-
Binary one, then!" Flo says, with
flippant contempt. "Anyhow,it is
no business of ours, so don't you go
making a mountain out of a mole hill
a la Harriet Green. I dare say Nel-
lie held her tongue simply to puzale
that old gossip, and told Miss Clem-
ency the whole story just as soon as.
our backs were turned."
"Maybe," Ida agrees rather sus-
piciously. "But I fancy Nellie has
something on her mind to -day. She
looked ill and worried -not a bit
like herself."
"Very likely she has her trousseau,
Sir Stephen, and all the rest on her
mind. One does not get ready for
one's wedding/every day in the week
or without a little wear and.tear of
mind and body. Is not that the Ab-
bey carriage coming up the road?
Yes, I thought so! I wonder if Miss
Blake is in a (better temper by this
time? Ste looked like a ` thunder-
cloud as she drove past 'this after-
noon."
Her doubt is soon dispelled, for
Miss Blake stops the carriage at
sight of the Rector's wife, and when
the two girls come up they find the
great lady of the place smiling grac-
iously among the :piled -up packages
that half fill the vehicle and testify
to the zeal and thoroughness with
which she has done the very last of
ber Christmas shopping.
"Yes, I positevly will not enter
another shop until the great event is
over!" she says, smiling. "I am rea-
lly worn out and fit for nothing but
bed, Mrs. Merritt, for, you see, I
have not even had Nellie to share
my burden this afternoon. I think
I was very generous to spare her to
the church to -day."
"Very; but the church did• not get
her," put in Miss Green, with eager
haste.
Giving the infoaaner only a puzzled
look, Miss Blake turns to Mrs. Mer-
rit, who says with slight hesitation—
"No, Nellie could not join us this
afternoon. Oh, there is nothing
in the least wrong! She eatne on
later to Miss Clemency's, and we left'
her at Grace Cottage just now."
Miss. Blake looks relived 'snit slight-
ly bewildered.
"Well, that is all right, then!"
she says. "I began to be frightened
because she was so full of decora-
tions, so bent on keeping her pro-
mise to -help Flo, that I thought only
some accident could have kept her
away. Imagine my feelings if I had
to, report a catastrophe to Sir Steph-
en when he came to claim his bride!
The mere thought makes me shiver."
She laughs, and Mrs. Merrit' con-
siders her very handsome and happy,
in spite of her fatigue, with that
'bright flush of excitement on her
smooth cheek and that queer dancing
light len her dark eyes,
"Well, I must %say `Good -bio' for
the present, Mrs. Merrit!" she goes
on, "I shall perhaps pick Nellie up at
1Vliss Clemency's and learn the mys-
tery of her defection. She can tell
me all about it on our way home."
She drives on, and the four women
stand for second looking admiringly
after the well-appointed equipage
and its Mender and handsome occu-
pant, though both are familiar sights.
Then, as they resume their walk,
Harriet Green says, with a grim
laugh—
"Yes, she can tell, you all about it
no doubt, any dear Miss Blake, but
I very much doubt if she will. I
know you all think me uneharttafblo
!rut time will show whether or not I
am right in thinking that .Mollie
Slade is maxed up in some ugly myts.
ter'y,"
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With all her little flippancies and
follies, Flo Merrit is, really a shrewd
and sensible ;young Woman, and When
she guesses, as she quickly does, that
the m011iObt less sympltthetie poison-
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alities are removed Elinor Slaje will
relieve the tension of ars overwrought
mind by confiding in that universal
counsellor an./ consoler, Miss Clem-
ency Grace, -he comes near tn:•
truth. Perhaps Mass Clemency Ila;.
the same idea, for when slit, int,,• wav-
ed her cordial farewell to her leper t-
ing guests and watche, she fake
close behind the last us theta she
turns back to +the one who still lin-
gers and says, with her moot confid-
ence -inviting smile—
"Now for a cosy little goaelp with
you, Nellie dear! I could not hope
for a word whilst those chatter -mag,
had you in charge, and there is so
much I want to hear. But you are
not looking yourself, child! What is
the meaning of those pale cheeks?
Is anything the matter?"
Nellie, who has put on her coat
and cap and is now nervously but-
toning her fur -lined gloves, rakes
her lovely startled eyes and evidently
hesitates for a second aver her ans-
wer. Then she says, with a curious
wistful slowness—
"Yes, there is something dread-
ful. I wish I could—I wish I dare
tell you—but I don't know"
She pauses. Icer colour comes and
goes at every word as she looks at
her old friend with eyes that are fev-
erishly bright. She is evidently—or
so Misr. Clemency thinks—uncertain,
whether to speak or be silent, and
ready to be swayed either way by a
decisive word.
But that word is not spoken, and
Miss Clemency is destined to repent,
in sackcloth and ashes for many a
day to come the delicate scruples that
seal her frank lips now. Partly be-
cause she sees that the girl has real
and grave doubts as to her right to
speak, and therefore infers that the
secret is not wholly her own, and
partly because she feels Miss Blake's
superior claim to the first confidence
of the girl who owes hex so much, she
will not encourage the confession that
trembles on Nellie Slade's lips.
"Better wait and think things over,
Nellie!" she says. "You are too War- I
wants things made very .plain. I
dare say you are fretting over some
foolish f tory elites! illi."
The girl draws •z lurrg treltitirlau,
br'at:il eitte,r of hitter dirtpooin;-
merot or intense relief—she herself
cannotri
f cell l'••- yL 1 h 50 (1 t �'
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ht. i .,lir of ln.rl,l ilw,Ve.o or, ,1r,, at,
(I.> 4I1 (.h tar ioe t
tioviA011
ra( ;•ro t, and li gratl•fully--
"OS' [a ur:e you art. Fiala; my nc•r-
ve'. lt:at e been 1.41 <ying me the olden
1.'44'4 1;t' '>1y, um! 1 nrrvor u:=. -:i 0,
lr" • Iliac 1 Iur;! any I:, the old Buys.
h 't good night Miss (''(711 icy; t
is getting late! Mise I,1ake all! wan-
der what 'bus beeonu• of roc,."
"Walt a quinate, Nellie !• 'rasa
CIemeney says, holding the
bares arld leo!:ing anxioudy in h.rl•
pale face. "] am not infallible, you
know, and already I feel inclined to
vocal! what I said just now. If you
really have—well, any little trou'bie
un your mind, it may be a relief to
talk it over --not with me perhaps,
but certainly with Miss Blake."
"Oh, no!" The protesting cry is
so sharply significant that Miss Clean-
ency stares in unqualified amaze-
ment. "I mean, Mies Blake is not—
she aloes not understand so quickly
as you,dear Miss Clemency. it
would• not be so easy to talk to her.
No, you are quite right; I will keep
my trouble to myself till Stephen
comes."
Simple and natural as the words
are, Mies Clemency welcomes them
with relief. The ta•oub]e Nellie can
confide to her future husband cannot
he of any grave significance.
"Of course, Sir Stephen is your
right and only Father Confessor now,
Nellie! I was an old donkey to sug-
gest any one else! But here is Miss
Blake! I suppose she has come to
fetch you, as I see the carriage stop-
ping at the gate."
The information seems anything
but pleasant to Nellie, whose brows
contract" an a nervous frown; but
she says nothing. •
"She is coming in. You need not
run away, Nellie! Aih, how do you
do, Pauling? Better late than nev-
er! I scarcely expected to see you
to -day."
(Continued Next Week)
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