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The invitation was promptly accepted by the rural population; not so much because they were interested in the novel ideas of the young artist as because they expected to be amused by hearing the boyish master of Elmhurst "lecture at 'em." So they filled the little room to overflowing, and to add to the dignity of the proceedings the Hon.
You won't need to humiliate yourselves, my dears. All you'll need to do is to exercise your wits and work earnestly for the cause. There are a hundred ways to do that." "Mention a few," proposed the Major. "I will when I get to Elmhurst and look over the ground," answered Uncle John. "You're going on, then?" "Yes." "I'll go with you," said Patsy promptly. "So will I," said Beth.
"I cannot say, on so short an acquaintance," he answered, with gravity. "Which do you prefer, Jane?" "They are equally unsatisfactory," she answered. "I cannot imagine Elmhurst belonging to either, Silas." Then she added, with an abrupt change of manner: "You must go to New York for me, at once." "Tonight?" "No; tomorrow morning.
Erastus Hopkins, the man who believes in advertising." These things had their effect upon all classes of people. There were many good-natured laughs at young Forbes's expense. All this was soon realized at Elmhurst, and had the effect of plunging the youthful aspirant for political honors into the depths of despair. The campaign was hot against him, but Kenneth made no defense.
Oscar had been sent to the station to meet Louise Merrick, and drive her to Elmhurst; but this strange freak on the part of her guest set the old woman thinking what her object could be. Wild flowers were well enough in their way; but those adjoining the grounds of Elmhurst were very ordinary and unattractive, and Miss Merrick's aunt was expecting her. Perhaps
The young marquis was quite as much pleased at this distinguished recognition of his genius as any other aspiring young journalist might have been. He wrote and accepted the invitation. And at the appointed hour the next day he presented himself at Elmhurst House, the Premier's residence at Kensington. He sent up his card, bearing the plain name: "Mr. John Scott."
For this moody, silent youth had been strangely happy in his life at Elmhurst, despite the neglect of the grim old woman who was its mistress and the fact that no one aside from Lawyer Watson seemed to care whether he lived or died. Perhaps Donald did. Good old Don was friendly and seldom bothered him by talking. Perhaps old Misery liked him a bit, also.
"And the best campaign managers," added Uncle John, with a proud smile. "That may be true," admitted Beth. "But the thing that really won the fight was Patsy's sore tooth." James and Mr. Burke met the great specialist in brain diseases at the noon train on Wednesday and drove him to Elmhurst. Dr. Hoyt was a handsome, gray-haired man, with kindly eyes and a distinguished manner.
"Accuse me Anything you like! But go to my headquarters, get that slipper, go to this address with it" I scrawled on a piece of paper and thrust it at him "then get a carriage and hasten to Elmhurst drive, where it turns in at the road. Wait for me there, just before six."
Hopkins the girl she had declared to be the missing daughter of Mrs. Rogers. For a moment Beth stood staring, while the new maid regarded her with composure and a slight smile upon her beautiful face. She was dressed in the regulation costume of the maids at Elmhurst, a plain black gown with white apron and cap. "I I beg your pardon," said Beth, with a slight gasp; for the likeness to Mrs.
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