Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 40: what you’re looking at

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entered, was agony to her, and her burden began to) grow heavier than she could bear once more. Adrien Earleseourt, quick to note every change in _ saw it and pitied her from the depths of his creat eart. He delicately left her to herself, feeling that thus she would be better able to retain her seli-control, and directed his conversation to Mrs. Gerard. Mrs. Graham had telegraphed from New York to her husband's lawyer, Mr. Tufts, a kind-hearted, conscientious old gentleman, when she should ar- and and they found him at the station awaiting em. This meeting was a very trying one to Emelie, and she nearly broke down when the fatherly old man grasped both her hands in # tremulous pressure, say- ing in a quavering voice: “My dear child, I am truly rejoiced to see you safe at home once more.” “Home!” cried the grief-stricken woman, in an agonized tone. ‘What will it be to me now? It is left unto me desolate, I cunnot—I will not bear it!’ Tears dimmed the gentleman's mild eyes, but be tried to say cheerfully : ms “You will tind everything very comfortable and in excellent order, my dear Mrs. Graham. I[ have se- cured some experienced servants for you, and you will find Mrs, Tufts there to welcome you.” “Thank you; you are both very kind,’ Mra. Graham replied, brokenly, and turned abruptly away, draw- ing down her heavy vail to hide the storm of grief which she could no longer control. Mrs. Gerard presented Mr. Harlescourt to Mr. Tufts, and after afew moments of conversation, their compagnon de voyage took a brief but friendly leave of the ladies. He knew that this home-coming must be very sad, and it was better that they should go unattended save by their old friend and adviser. “My headquarters will be the Sherman House,” he said, in alow tone, as he shook hands with Mrs. Gra- ham. “J?I can serve you in any way I beg that you will send me word, whilein a few days [ will call upon you, if I may ?”’ yaad do ee was a she ee say, as oh stepped into the carriage and was driven away fo her lovely home on Michigan avenue, Bolt HLRNoL. AG