Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 205: what you’re looking at

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A startled look shot into her eye. The next mo- ment she turned to Percy saying, brightly: “You are just in time, Dr. Morton, to take my place, for I am obliged to leave for awhile.” “What is it, Helena?’ Mrs. Stewart asked, having observed the servant’s summons. “Only a message; I imagine madam has sent the bill for that dress,’”’ Helena responded, in a low tone. “Sit down, doctor,” she added, with playful author- ity, “and makeup by your skill forthe bad hand that I have dealt myself.” “Very well, I willdo the best I can until you re- turn,” Percy answered, taking her chair, but wishing yery much that he might have escaped playing; he would have much preferred to follow Hazel and have a quiet chat with her. He took up Helena’s cards and arranged them, as she passed from the room, @ troubled look on her fair face. She found a small boy waiting in the hall for her. oe oH do you want?” she asked, searching his face anxionsly. Without a word he put a note into her hand, then turned, and quietly disappeared. A vivid color shot up to the girl’s brow, her bosom heaved, and her heart gave a startled bound as she tore it open and recognized the handwriting within. These were the words which she read: “HELENA: I am waiting at the entrance to the summer-house to see you. I will wait for you just one half-hour. If you do not come by the end of that time, I shail go boldly to the house, send in my | name, and inquire for you. © (TO BE CONTINUED.) — <*mlcbooks:coun