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The minister met them in the center of the room; and there, in the solemn hush, a few questions were answered, a plain band of gold encircled her finger, and the deep tones of the clergyman pronounced her Guy Hartwell's wife. Eugene took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly, whispering: "God bless you, dear sister and friend!
Hartwell's trunk to Uncle William's." "Well, you can at least go over to the apartment and work," suggested Aunt Hannah, hopefully. "Humph! Can I?" scoffed Billy. "As if I could when Marie left strict orders that not one thing was to be touched till she got here. They arranged everything but the presents before the wedding, anyway; and Marie wants to fix those herself after she gets back. Mercy!
Spontaneous explosion was the police explanation, and the chemists of the cartridge company were well bullied at the inquest. But what the police did not know was that across the street, in the Mercer Building, Room 633, rented by Emil Gluck, had been occupied by Emil Gluck at the very moment Hartwell's revolver so mysteriously exploded.
She was too deeply pondering her speculative doubts to notice Dr. Hartwell's buggy whirling along the street; did not see his head extended, and his cold, searching glance; and of course he believed the blindness intentional and credited it to pique or anger.
But you see, after all, you aren't making the the choice." Billy spoke lightly, gayly; and she ended with a bright little laugh, as if to hide any intended impertinence. It was Mrs. Hartwell's turn to bite her lip and she did it. "So it seems," she rejoined frigidly, after the briefest of pauses. It was not until they were on their way to Corey Hill some time later that Mrs.
She wished beyond all expression to see him once more, and the prospect of a speedy reunion often made her heart throb painfully. That he would reproach her for her obstinate resolution of teaching, she was prepared to expect; but, strong in the consciousness of duty, she committed herself to the care of a merciful God, and soon slept as soundly as though under Dr. Hartwell's roof.
Beulah would have demurred, but at this moment she saw Dr. Hartwell's buggy approaching the house. Her heart seemed to spring to her lips, and, feeling that after their last unsatisfactory interview she was in no mood to meet him, she quickly descended the steps, so blinded by haste that she failed to perceive the hand Eugene extended to assist her.
She had learned to suffer and to bear patiently; and though her path looks sunny, and her heart throbs with happy hopes, this one shadow lurks over her home and dims her joys. Weeks and months glided swiftly on. Dr. Hartwell's face lost its stern rigidity, and his smile became constantly genial. His wife was his idol; day by day his love for her seemed more completely to revolutionize his nature.
I will come and see you!" cried Claudia, running after the retreating form. "She lives at Dr. Hartwell's that large, brick house, out on the edge of town; everybody knows the place." Pauline turned back to give this piece of information, and then hastened on to join Beulah.
The cries from shore, as the Gridley boosters noted the effects of the fine Preston work, were not encouraging. "Preston High School wins!" Indeed, it looked as though Hartwell's craft must be the winner. Shorter and shorter became the distance to the finish line.
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