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"Mr. Wygant?" echoed Samuel. "You mean Miss Gladys's father?" "Yes," said the doctor. "Do you know Miss Gladys?" "I have met her two or three times," said the boy. "They are parishioners of mine," remarked the other. And Samuel gave a start. "Why!" he exclaimed. "Then you you must be the rector of St. Matthew's." "Yes," was the reply. "Didn't you know that?" The boy was a little awed.
We did not find out the truth until long after. Gladys's trunk had actually been put onto Mr. Hansen's car in Ft. Wayne, but he had lost it on the way and it was picked up by a man who went through Wellsville the night of the fire. In the excitement it was left in the garage, where it was found by the proprietor and sent us in answer to our description.
Her departure was rather sudden, was it not? I think he was glad when I gave him Gladys's message; but he looked rather grave when I told him how much she was enjoying her freedom. 'She seems a different creature; those Maberleys are so good to her; they pet her, and yet leave her uncontrolled to follow her own wishes. I am more at rest about her there.
She was just a little afraid that Gladys's head would be turned with all the homage paid her, or that, blinded by her present success, she would lose the deeper meanings of life and be nothing but a butterfly after all. But she need not have feared. Gladys's experience in camp had kindled a fire in her that would never be extinguished as long as life guarded the flame.
I would think only of Gladys's and of my dear Max's happiness, and I dashed away hot tears that would keep blinding me as I remembered the chilly greeting of the morning. And yet once but no; I would not recall that bitter-sweet memory.
In spite of Gladys's rather languid, helpless ways, he admired her very much; so the children scampered away, being left this time on a chair in the parlor. "Do you like turtles?" asked Faith of the guest. "I don't know," returned Gladys. "Didn't you ever see any?" asked Ernest in astonishment. "I don't believe so." "Then come on!" cried the boy, with a joyous whoop. "We'll go turtle-hunting."
That was the last we ever heard of it. Whether the man had actually stolen it, and who the initials GME of Cleveland referred to we never found out. The reason Gladys's second wire to us in Rochester was not received was that she had absent-mindedly written Rochester, N. Y., instead of Rochester, Ind. Well, as far as adventures are concerned, the tale of our trip is told.
Gladys's voice was not so loud nor her look so bold as it once was. She ran back calling good-night, and the little figure of the teacher went on swiftly up the shaky frosty sidewalk. A few strides and Roderick was at her side. She was right under the electric light at the corner when he reached her and she turned swiftly with such a look of annoyance that he stopped aghast.
It was just before the beginning of Evelyn's last year at school when Maria received a letter from Gladys's mother. It was a curious composition. Mrs. Mann had never possessed any receptivity for education. The very chirography gave evidence of a rude, almost uncivilized mind. Maria got it one night during the last of August.
It was a beautiful face: the features were very clearly cut and defined, like Good heavens! I had it now: it reminded me of Gladys Hamilton's. The next moment I was holding the balcony railing as though I were giddy; it was like Gladys, but it was still more like the closed picture in Gladys's room.
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