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Everybody shouted advice to the mother, rebukes to the boy, and praise to the hero; altogether Providence was acting most handsomely. At last the final boatload of passengers crossed the river and drew up at the landing; Eleanor, with her bewildered fiance, stepped into the beaming presence of Mrs. Van Truder. "Come with us," she said with a friendliness that shattered all hope. "Mr.
"Mamma has sent the officers after us," wailed Eleanor. "Let's go home," said the waiter. "I didn't agree to stay out all night." "Agree? Aha, I see. You are a spy!" cried Joe. "A spy? I guess not. I'm a witness." "It's the same thing," cackled Mr. Van Truder. "You're a spy witness." "Joe, isn't this fellow your witness?" demanded Carpenter. "I should say not. Mr. Van Truder is mine."
"There's Jim Carpenter and Derby," he exclaimed, and whistled in response. A moment later Derby strolled up from the grove, followed by the chattering Mr. Van Truder. "That you, Joe?" "Hello, Darb. Good! Where's Jim?" Some one whistled sharply off to the left, and then Jim Carpenter came hurrying up, the head-waiter close behind. "Hello, Joe.
But he told me to tell you to go over to the Somerset an' wait till you hear from him." "Wait till I hear from him?" groaned Dauntless, wild-eyed but faint. He and Eleanor looked at each other in despair. "Go to the hotel?" she murmured, her heart in her boots. "I never can do that," she continued. Her voice was full of tears. Mrs. Van Truder bore down upon them like an angry vulture.
"It's much farther away than you think," growled Mr. Van Truder. "I can't see the lights in the window." "There are no lights yet. We are ahead of them. I'll try the door." The young minister kicked the mud from his shoes as he went up the steps with the lantern. He tried the door vigorously, and then, holding the lantern high, surveyed the surroundings. Mr.
Look at the cadaverous individual beside the con Heavens, Nell, isn't that by George, it is! It's old Mrs. Van Truder! Back there about half-way the fat one. See her? Good Lord!" Eleanor turned pale and the joyous light fled from her eyes. "Oh, dear! I forgot that the Van Truders spend all their summers at Omegon. And it is she and he, too. Oh, Joe, it's just awful!"
It is far out in the dreary country lane and not inside the warm hotel that we struggle to attain our end. First one, then another stealthy figure crept forth into the drizzle; before the big clock struck half-past eight, at least six respectable and supposedly sensible persons had mysteriously disappeared. Only one of our close acquaintances remained in the hotel, Mrs. Van Truder.
"Anything, my dear Joe." "Well, it's a dead secret." "A secret? Trust me," cried the old man, joyfully. "First, let me introduce my friend, the Rev. Mr. Derby. He's in the secret. It will go no farther, I trust, Mr. Van Truder." "My wife says I can't keep a secret, but I'll show her that I can. Trust me, my boy." "I'll bet you a hundred dollars you can't keep this one," said Joe, inspired.
Van Truder, taking up Eleanor's battles, busied herself and every one else in the impossible task of locating the young woman's trunks, which, according to uncertain reports, had gone mysteriously astray. Moreover, she had prepared a telegram to the young lady's mother, assuring her that she was quite safe; but Mr. Dauntless boldly intercepted Mr. Van Truder on his way to the desk.
Ham and eggs and coffee! they always have that sort of breakfast in farmhouses, I'm told. Come." She sprang up cheerfully, and followed him across the meadow to the farmhouse. The Van Truder party was entering the door, smoke pouring forth suggestively from a chimney in the rear of the house.
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