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I heard the frantic clang of gongs, and as we shot by the World Building, I saw ahead of us two plunging automobiles filled with men. 'Twas from them the gong clamour sounded. As we drew nearer. I saw that these were the cars of the fire chiefs answering a call. I thanked God again and again as I yelled into Bob's ear, "For Beulah's sake, Bob, don't pass; if you do, we'll run into a blockade.
"Yes; most earnestly," answered Beulah gravely. "Beulah Benton, I like you! You are honest indeed. At last I find one who is." With a sudden impulse she laid her white, jeweled hand on Beulah's. "Is honesty, or, rather, candor, so very rare, Cornelia?" "Come out from your 'loop-hole of retreat, into the world, and you can easily answer your own question."
You never have had any color, and lately you have grown very thin and hollow-eyed. I asked the doctor if he did not think you were looking ill, and he said that you had changed very much since the summer. Beulah, for my sake, please don't pore over your books so incessantly." She took Beulah's hand gently in both hers. "Want of color is as constitutional with me as the shape of my nose.
"Do I?" Margaret assembled the four manikins into a smart little group. The doll Beulah rose, on her forefinger. "I can't help feeling," mimicked Margaret in a perfect reproduction of Beulah's earnest contralto, "that we're wasting our lives, criminally dissipating our forces." The doll Gertrude put up both hands.
The holy serenity of the countenance was rendered more apparent by the restless, stormy visage of her companion. Every passing cloud of perplexed thought cast its shadow over Beulah's face, and on this occasion she looked more than usually grave. "Ah, how merry I used to be on Christmas Eve! Indeed, I can remember having been half wild with excitement. Yet now it all seems like a flitting dream."
And why should death be invested with fictitious horrors? A procession entered one of the gates, and wound along the carriage road to a remote corner of the burying-ground. The slow, measured tread of the horses, the crush of wheels on the rocky track, and the smothered sobs of the mourners, all came in subdued tones to Beulah's ears. Then the train disappeared, and she was again in solitude.
Something must be done. Beulah, I may die at any hour, and you must save him." "What do you mean?" Beulah's heart throbbed painfully as she asked this simple question. "You know very well what I mean! Oh, Beulah! Beulah! it bows my proud spirit into the dust!" Again she averted her head; there was a short silence.
"You certainly are not what is termed skeptical?" "Most sincerely do I wish that I was not." There was a short silence, broken by Beulah's saying, slowly and sorrowfully: "You cannot aid me, then!" "I am afraid not. At the time of my marriage I was an infidel, and such the world still calls me.
The girl's face flushed and paled alternately, as she received the note and broke the seal with trembling fingers. Glancing over the contents, her countenance became irradiated, and she exclaimed joyfully: "Good news! The 'Morning Star' has arrived at Amsterdam. Eugene is safe in Germany." Beulah's head went down on her desk, and just audible were the words: "My Father in Heaven, I thank thee!"
There was little to be told, and less to be advised, and while the latter attentively examined the pulse and looked down at the altered countenance, stamped with the signet of the dread disease, the former took Beulah's hand in both his, and said kindly: "How do you do, my little heroine? By Nebros! you are worth your weight in medical treatises. How are you, little one?"
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