"Ida left our hospitable roof about a fortnight ago," said Mr. Heron.

"She left like a thief in the night--that is to say, morning. I regret

to say that she left no message, no word of farewell, behind her. I had

occasion to rebuke her on the preceding night, and, following the

dictates of an ungodly nature and a perverse pride, she chose to leave

the shelter of this roof--"

Mr. Wordley sprang to his feet, his passion rendering him speechless

for a moment.

"_You_ rebuke Miss Ida! Are you out of your mind? And pray, what had

she done?"

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"She had been guilty of attempting to ensnare the affection of my

son--" began John Heron.

At this moment the door opened and Joseph appeared. Mr. Wordley looked

at him.

"Ensnaring the affections of _this!_" he snorted, with a contempt which

caused Mr. Joseph's immediate retreat. "Oh, you _must_ be out of your

mind!"

"Her conduct was reprehensible in other ways," stammered John Heron.

"Nonsense!" almost shouted Mr. Wordley. "I don't want to hear any more

of such nonsense. Miss Ida's conduct reprehensible! Why, she couldn't

conduct herself in any way than that of a high-bred, pure-minded,

gentle-hearted girl, if she tried! You have been entertaining an angel

unawares, Mr. Heron--there's a bit of Scripture for _you!_--you've had

a pearl in your house, and it's been cast before--Bless my soul! I'm

losing my temper! But, 'pon my word, there's some excuse for it. You've

let that dear child leave your house, you've lost sight of her for over

a fortnight, and--and you stand there and snuffle to me about her

'conduct!' Where is she? Oh, of course, you don't know; and you'd stand

there like a stuck pig, if I were fool enough to remain here for a week

and ask questions. But I want her--I want her at once! I've got

important news for her news of the greatest importance--I beg your

pardon, my dear madame, for the violence of my language--though I could

say a great deal more to this husband of yours if I were alone with

him. But it's no use wasting further time. I must find her--I must find

her at once."

John Heron was as red as a turkey-cock and gasping like a cod out of

water.

"This gross and unseemly attack is only excused by your age--"

"Confound my age!" exclaimed Mr. Wordley. "Let me tell you, sir, your

age does not excuse your conduct, which has been that of a heartless

and sanctimonious fool. When I gave that dear child into your care, I

had misgivings, and they are fully justified. Would to God I had never

lost sight of her! The dearest, the sweetest and best--Oh, let me get

out, or I shall say something offensive."




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