The Mystery of the LocksHowe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
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The Mystery of the Locks
Howe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
City and town life -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Mystery fiction; Nebraska -- Fiction
"A careless hunter has allowed his gun to explode in the road," he said,
when he returned after a long absence. But this explanation did not seem
to satisfy even himself, for he soon went down to the lower end of the
hall, and aroused Mrs. Wedge, by throwing the window-prop on the roof of
her house. On the appearance of that worthy woman, who came in with her
eyes almost closed from the sleepiness which still clung to her, but who
opened them very wide at sight of Annie Benton, he said,--
"Will you two please talk about the weather, and nothing else, until I
return? I will return in a few minutes, and make the necessary
explanations. If there is anything wrong here, I will make it right."
He left the house hurriedly, and they heard the big iron gate in front
bang after him, but when his footsteps could no longer be heard, and
they no longer had excuse for listening to them, the two women sat in
perfect silence. Occasionally Mrs. Wedge looked cautiously around at
Annie Benton, but, meeting her eyes, they both looked away again, and
tried to appear at their ease, which they found impossible. Fortunately
Dorris was not gone long, and when he came back he put the girl's cloak
on, as if they were going out.
"We will return in a little while," he explained to Mrs. Wedge, who
looked up curiously as he walked out with Annie Benton on his arm. "If
you care to wait, we will tell you a secret when we come back, as a
reward for not speaking while I was out of the room."
Down the stairs they went, out at the front gate, and toward the town,
until they reached the church door, which they entered. On the inside
they found Reverend Wilton waiting for them at the chancel rail, and
although he tried to appear very much put out because he was disturbed
at that unseasonable hour, and yawned indifferently, he was really
interested. Perhaps he was thinking of the rare story he would have to
tell at breakfast.
Dorris had evidently given instructions as to what was expected of him,
for as soon as they stood before him he read the marriage service, and
pronounced them man and wife; after which he congratulated them and left
the church, which was probably in accordance with his instructions, too.
A single light burned in the building, which barely extended to the
vaulted ceiling, and which did not prevent the pews and the pulpit from
looking like live objects surprised at being disturbed at such an hour;
and leading his wife up to the organ, Dorris said: "We will have the
wedding march, if you please," whereupon he disappeared behind the
instrument to work the bellows.
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