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Slater turned and, reading the tragic appeal in her face, said reassuringly: "Sure! But he's all right." "They say there's danger." "Happy Tom's" round visage puckered into a doubtful smile. "Oh, he'll take care of himself." Mellen turned to the girl and said briefly: "There's no danger whatever." But Eliza's fear was not to be so easily quieted. "Then why did he go out alone?
Harrington was too completely dazzled by his brilliant appearance and manner to perceive the absent, preoccupied way in which he received her. "I don't know how we are to get home," she said. "Your coachman has engaged a carriage from the hotel-keeper," he replied; "it will be ready in a few moments. Your own horses are not hurt, luckily." "I don't know what Mr. Mellen will say!" she exclaimed.
There Elizabeth stood, forgotten, disregarded so it seemed to her; but she made no sign which could betray the bitter anguish at her heart. There came a knock at the door. "That's Tom Fuller," said Elsie; "tell him to come in, Bessie." Mellen started up and opened the door himself. There stood Tom, clad in dry garments, but still greatly agitated. "How is she?" he asked. "Is she better?"
Many times during those few days Elizabeth wished that her husband would be harsh and cruel again. As they were sitting at dinner the next day, Mellen inquired about Fuller. "I have quite forgotten to ask you about Tom," he said; "he was in France when you last wrote to me."
Whenever she heard her mention his name in that trifling way, it jarred upon her feelings and irritated her greatly. "Bessie doesn't like any one to laugh at Tom," said Mellen, noticing the expression of her face.
"Don't let me know don't tell me I should die of fright!" "Think of me, then," she returned. "In the night alone with that what can I do?" Elsie interrupted her with another cry and her old appealing wail. "You are killing me! You are killing me!" "Be still," repeated Elizabeth, in the same awful voice. "Be still!" Mellen set old Benson about some other duties and went into the library.
She sat upright, gave him one of her quick, indignant glances, and answered coldly: "I simply said he ran by me so fast I could not tell whether I knew him or not." "Wal, it was the same fellow," pursued Mrs. Green; "I'm sure of that." "Do you remember?" questioned Mellen. "I do not," replied Elizabeth haughtily.
Above the P. M. O.'s tent fluttered the Red Cross, and he had caught sight of a white apron and a scarlet cape in the open door. "Miss Mellen! Alice!" In the still air of a summer noon, Carew's voice carried distinctly back to Weldon. He glanced towards the tent. Then, beckoning to Kruger Bobs, he turned and rode away to inspect the distant landscape.
So, heedless of all protestations, he mounted his horse and rode forward, with the wind howling around him and the rain beating in his face. His temporary attendant grumbled a little at the violence of the storm, while the darkness was so intense that both the horses went stumbling on their way like blind creatures on an unknown path. But Mellen scarcely heeded the danger or discomfort.
He paid no heed to Dennis, evidently regarding him as the showman. "Well, ladies, you have done your part," he said; "your arrangements seem complete." "Yes, Mr. Mellen; but where is our tenor?" asked Christine. "We have only three-quarters of an hour for music rehearsal, before we must retire to dress for our parts." "Bad news for you, Miss Ludolph," said Mr.
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