Her mother's secretSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Her mother's secret
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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"So it were. I can't gainsay that. And so we should 'a' been here if it
hadn't been for the stubborn nater of that mule o' mine; for, you see, I
had no other conveyance, and had to drive my wisitor here in the cart.
And, if ever Old Scratch got into a brute beast, he got into that mule
this morning. Couldn't get him out of a creep to save my life! And he
balked so, coming up Indian Creek Hill, that I thought he would have upset
us into the water--and it froze over! So we didn't get here till after the
ceremony was over. There, that is all I know about it! Miss Hedge and Miss
Sukey Grandiere spent an afternoon and took tea at my house, along with
her, and maybe they can tell you something," said the old lady.
And immediately she was deserted in favor of the sisters, who became, in
their turn, the center of interest.
But these ladies had really very little to communicate.
Then the curiosity of the crowd took another direction.
"We were all invited to the wedding reception, but, of course, we are not
expected to go now," said Mrs. Hedge.
"But it might seem like an offense if we didn't," suggested Miss
Grandiere.
And people were divided on the subject until the rector appeared,
requested a hearing, and, with the apologies and regrets of Mr. and Mrs.
Force, announced that there could be no reception held at Mondreer that
day.
So, at length, the congregation reluctantly separated and went home.
CHAPTER XXIII
MRS. ANGLESEA'S VISIT
It was late in the winter afternoon when Mr. and Mrs. Force, with their
family and guest, reached Mondreer.
They were met by attentive servants, who were eager to behold the
returning bride and bridegroom, and looked astonished to see the bride
return in charge of her parents, accompanied by a strange woman.
"Where was the bridegroom?" was the question that their amazed faces put,
though their tongues said nothing.
An accident must have happened. His horses must have run away and upset
the carriage. Maybe he might be brought home on a stretcher presently.
They curbed their curiosity until they could interview the coachman, who
must know all about it.
They waited on the returning party in respectful silence.
"Miss Meeke, my dear," said Mrs. Force, as they entered the hall, "will
you oblige me and take charge of our guest, and show her into the best
spare room, where there is a fire, and attend to her comfort? Take
Wynnette with you. You see, dear, that I have to give my whole care to my
poor child here. Mrs. Anglesea, I am sure you will excuse me for a little
while?"
"Oh, go along with you and look after the gal! She's 'most dead! How she
can take on so after that beat beats me! Lord! there's no accounting for
gals' whims! But there! go along with her. Never mind me; I can make
myself at home anywheres!" exclaimed the visitor, beginning to pull off
her overshoes then and there.
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