Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 38: what you’re looking at

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lier; the chat almost invariably had the precedeneée, however. Then there was the constitutional promenade on the upper deck after lunch, which Mr. Earlescourt iusisted was necessary for health, and which was an- other enjoyable feature of the day. When Mrs. Gerard was at last able to be brought on deck, the gentleman devoted himself to herin a way that won her everlasting gratitude and her daughtev’s wondering admiration. He had told Emelie that he had no kindred—neither fatber normother, nor brothers norsisters—and yet he was as tender and care taking, as thoughtful and at- tentive, as if he had always been accustomed to wait upov women and invalids. When they arrived in New York he took the entire eare of their baggage, piloting it by those much dreaded ogres, the customs officers, and sending it on to the station from which they were to start for the West. Their tickets were purchased, and every arrange- ment wade, without tle slightest care or anxiety on their part, and then Emelie Graham fuund herself growing very sorrowful as the hour drew near when they were to leave—when she must say farewell to the pleasant and helpful companion who had re- moved every possible thorn from her path during the last eight or ten days. Mr. Earlescourt accompanied them to the station, saw them comfortably settled in the parlor car, and then sat down, as Emelie thought, to chat until it was time to start. The first bell rang; but he paid no heed to it, and she could not delay her last words of thanks any longer. She turned to him with a smile that was tremulous in spite of her effort tor self-control. “T want to thank you, Mr, Earlescourt, for all your kindness and attention to us—two poor, lone women. [ cannot say half thatis in my heart, but truly I do appreciate them, and shall never forget them. Now I suppose we must Bay good-by or you will be carried off with us,” she concluded, trying to speak lightly. Mr, Earlescourt siniled. “That is just what I intend shall happen. I am going to Chicago with you, Mrs. Grakapendoase business there,’’ he said, quietly.