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34 CLARA’S SEARCH BEGINS. There was still another before Clara, and when she had read it she pushed them all away. saying: ‘“They’re as much alike as if the same man had written — them all.’’ Mr. Pembroke was relieved that she did not notice that one of the morning papers was not included in the lot she had read. Hardly had they finished breakast when the bell rang, and a reporter for an evening paper inquired for news of Mr. Strobel and Miss Hilman’s health. Mr. Pembroke frowned with annoyance, but Clara was for seeing the young man, ‘“‘T don’t want to be pictured as a useless, waiting, rere drenched weakling!’’ she cried when uncle and cousin remonstrated. ‘‘Publicity? notoriety? what could be worse than the notoriety I have already acquired? Let me see him, please, so that he may have no excuse for describ- ing me as a broken-down, useless incumbrance.”’ ‘‘T will speak to him first,’’ said Mr. Pembroke, hastily. ‘Wait here a minute. I’ll send for you when | have heard what it is he wants.’’ | So Clara and Louise remained at the breakfast table, and a few minutes later Mr. Pembroke opened the door and said with an assumption of cheerfulness: “There! you see, sir, the young lady is bearing her trouble more bravely than the morning papers announced. This is Miss Hilman, Mr. Shaughnessy, and my daughter, Louise. ”’ Mr. Shaughnessy, thus introduced, entered the room bowing with old-fashioned extravagance. His head was bald as an egg, and his face was three-fourths concealed by a grizzly beard. The ‘‘young man’’ could no longer look forward to his sixtieth birthday. He wore gold- bowed eyeglasses, and in one hand he held hat and note- book and in the other a stub of a pencil. ‘‘Char-r-med, ladies,’’ he said, ‘‘to see you looking so fine upon this gr-rievous occasion. May I ask, Miss Hil- man, how you passed the night?”’ cComicbooks.com