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Stornaway who had at one time been betrayed into the blunder of inviting to a dinner-party at his house a rather clever young book-keeper in his employ, and it was Doctor Burton who had wandered still more glaringly from the path of rectitude by taking a weak, if amiable, interest in a little music teacher with a sweet, tender voice, even going so far as to request his family to call upon her and ask her to take tea with them.
The day after we left Stornaway, we had seen her scudding away before the gale on a due west course, and guessed she was bound for Iceland, and running down the longitude, but as we arrived here four days before her, our course seems to have been a better one.
More than once she saw him involuntarily pass his hand with a swift movement over his eyes as if his own touch might waken him. It was true he did not greatly enjoy the festivities. His occasional views of Mrs. Stornaway as she rambled among her guests, talking to them about him in audible tones, were trying.
"He'll make himself just as interesting to her as he has made himself to us," said Mrs. Stornaway, with heavy sprightliness, as he left them. "He never spares himself trouble." He went across the room to Miss Amory. "Can you sit down by me?" she said. "I want to talk to you about Lucien Latimer." "What is there in the atmosphere which suggests Latimer?" he inquired.
John Baird heard a slight sharp choking sound in her throat. "There!" she said presently, "I don't like to talk about it. I am too emotional for my years. Go to Mrs. Stornaway. She is looking for you." He got up and turned and left her without speaking, and a few minutes later, when Mrs.
She died away the girl did, and people wondered why he did not come back and how he lived. Why, yes, that must be the man." And she turned to look about for him. Miss Amory Starkweather made a slight movement. "Don't look," she said. "He might not like to be stared at." "They're quite common people," commented Mrs. Stornaway, still staring. "They live in a little house in a side street.
Stornaway was the head and front of all Willowfield's social efforts, and represented the button factory with a lofty grace and unbending dignity of demeanour which were the admiration and envy of all aspirants to social fame. It was said that Mrs. Stornaway had been a beauty in her youth, and there were those who placed confidence in the rumour. Mrs.
Stornaway was a large blonde woman whose blondness was not fairness, and whose size was not roundness. She was the leader of all religious and charitable movements, presiding with great vigour over church matters, fairs, concerts, and sewing societies. The minister of her church submitted himself to her advice and guidance.
She went to some studio in Boston to study art, and they had an idea her bits of pictures were wonderful." "I never saw her myself," said Mrs. Stornaway. "No one seems to have seen anything of her but Miss Amory Starkweather." "Miss Starkweather!" exclaimed Baird. "Oh, yes in her letters she mentioned having met her." "Well, it was a queer thing," said Mrs. Downing, "but it was like Miss Amory.
I give you my word," Donald replied. "Well, good-bye." "Good-bye, sir." Thus ended the memorable interview. Major Dugas drove back to Stornaway in disgust. He ordered the resumption of the search, and upon the following morning left for Montreal. Donald's friends were greatly disappointed. They fully expected that he would surrender himself to Major Dugas.
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