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He startled back appalled, when, as he entered her parlor, she turned her wan, colorless face toward him. "You are ill! I had no idea that you were so sick!" he cried, in a voice of deep concern and surprise, for Mrs. Mencke had made light of Violet's indisposition. "No, not ill, only tired and a little nervous," she replied, trying to smile, reassuringly.
"With Mr. Richardson and a Mrs. Keen." "Violet Draper Huntington!" ejaculated Mrs. Mencke, with indignant astonishment, "you did not do such an unheard of thing?" Violet bridled at this. She was naturally sweet and gentle, but could show spirit enough if occasion required. "Yes, I did," she returned, flushing, but tossing her small head defiantly. "There were no friends excepting Mr. Richardson.
He, also appeared to graciously favor the proposition. "Why, yes," he said, "if Violet wants to go to Europe, let her; you say she does not like the idea of going to Canada with us, and as we are going to shut up the house, she must go somewhere." "But she is not quite sure that she even wants to go with Althea," Mrs. Mencke remarked, while she watched her sister closely. "Humph," responded Mr.
Read that," was the stunning reply, as the woman drew a paper from her pocket, and, laying it before Violet, pointed to a marked paragraph. "Belle!" came in a low, shuddering voice from the blanched lips of the beautiful girl before her, as she seemed instinctively to know what was printed here. "Read," commanded Mrs. Mencke, relentlessly.
Violet reached home just as her sister returned from making calls. "Where have you been, Violet?" Mrs. Mencke asked, suspiciously. "To take my German lessons," the girl responded, with a sigh. Her heart was heavy and sore, and she longed for love and sympathy instead of sour looks and words. "Your term is nearly ended, isn't it?" Mrs. Mencke continued, as they entered the house together.
Mencke had so offended against upper-tendom by eloping with the poor clerk in her father's employ, Mrs. Hawley had dropped her from her extensive list of acquaintances; but after Mr. Huntington's death, when the young couple came into possession of a handsome inheritance, the former friendship was renewed and their intimacy, if anything, had been closer than during their youthful days.
"I can go to Mrs. Bailey's. Nellie has long been wishing me to spend a few weeks with her." "And she will aid and abet you in your love-making, perhaps you imagine," sneered Mrs. Mencke.
Mencke was very confident of her ability to put an end to the acquaintance, but she had yet to learn that there were certain events in life which she was powerless to control. Mrs. Richardson never paid Violet her promised visit, for Mrs.
You will need all the strength that you can get for to-morrow," persisted Mrs. Mencke. "Yes, I will take them; I know that I shall need strength," was the grave reply. "All right; good-night, then, and a good rest to you," said Mrs. Mencke, and the rustle of her silken garments on the stairs, a moment later, told Violet that she had gone back to the gay company below which she enjoyed so much.
Mencke now arose and excused herself, saying that she would make ready to accompany the physician to Hughes street to attend to her sister's needs. "That was a horrible affair," Doctor Norton observed to Mr. Mencke, as she left the room, determined to draw out his reticent companion if that were possible.
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