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Since his death she lived alone with only Sophy, her old mammy, to cook and care for her. When it became known that Miss Betty had invited certain of her young friends to tea to meet Rosalind Whittredge, a wave of excitement swept over Friendship.
I am very glad to see you," and they met and clasped hands like warm friends. "Children!" cried Rosalind, turning to her companions, "this is our president, Dr. Hollingsworth." "And these are the young people who took my photograph yesterday," Dr. Hollingsworth observed gravely. There was a twinkle in his eye, however. By this time Mr. Whittredge had arrived on the scene and was introduced.
Most of his money was to go to the endowment of a hospital, all the other property to be sold and the proceeds divided among his first cousins or their children, except the ring and an old spinet that came to him through his wife. The first he left to Allan Whittredge, the other to Celia Fair." "To Uncle Allan?" asked Rosalind, greatly interested. "Yes, and everybody wonders why.
Whittredge?" asked Belle. Allan did not appear enthusiastic over the suggestion, but he did not refuse, and followed the children at a distance as they raced across the street. "There's the detective now," cried Jack, at the gate. "Where?" the others asked breathlessly. "On the porch with Miss Betty."
Whittredge did not refuse it; but her own was very cold in Celia's clasp. Drawing her veil over her face, without another word she left the house. Celia sat still, dazed by the sudden onward sweep of things. A meaning, a possible motive, beneath Mrs. Whittredge's words occurred to her as her heart began to beat more quietly. "To interfere with no one's happiness hereafter."
Rosalind felt she must explain, so she said, smiling in her turn, "I found a rose on the grass, and I thought it must belong here." "Thank you. I suppose I dropped it. Won't you tell me who you are? I am sure you do not live in Friendship." "No, I am visiting my grandmother. I am Rosalind Whittredge." A strange expression crossed the face of the young lady at this announcement.
Her enemy! What did it mean? Mrs. Whittredge, her heavy veil thrown back a little, stood beside the table in the centre of the room. "You are surprised, Celia," she said, as they faced each other, "but there is something I wish to say to you. No, I will stand, thank you." Celia waited, feeling, even in the midst of a tumult of emotion, the tragic beauty of the dark eyes. Mrs.
Gilpin's money goes to the hospital, I suppose," remarked Mrs. Roberts. "Pretty much everything but the real estate in and around Friendship, and the contents of the house, all of which will have to be sold and divided among his first cousins or their heirs. The only bequests made besides the money to the hospital are to Celia Fair and Allan Whittredge.
"Why, certainly, my dear; it is time you were learning about your relations. He was your grandfathers own cousin. Your great-grandmother was Mary Gilpin before she married Mr. Whittredge." "Rosalind looks puzzled," said Belle, laughing. Rosalind laughed too. "I never knew about relations before. Does father know all this?" "I should hope so; this is not much to know."
"You'll find yourself killed one of these days if you don't look out," remarked Jack, descending from the trunk. But Belle gave small heed. "I am so glad you have come," she cried, seizing upon Rosalind almost before she had her foot on the ground. "Such lots of things have happened." "Aren't you glad to see me too?" asked Mr. Whittredge.
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