"
The last notes had died away and Jennie Montgomery cast a quick
glance at the young lawyer. Her intuitive nature was sadly alive to
the effect produced upon her friend. "Poor Phillip," thought she,
"he thinks he is secure, that none intrude upon the sanctity of his
thoughts. Poor Phillip, I would wish him happier things."
"Such a song to amuse a company," exclaimed Herbert Rutherford. "If
Maude was here you might expect a crying match, and judging by the
rest of the faces I think we could count upon a pretty fair
exhibition of the pathetic."
"Well, Herb, it is not for your individual benefit," cried Josie,
closing the book and rising from the piano.
She was about to say something further when a glance from Mr. Lawson
caused her to stammer and blush in sad confusion. "What have I
done?" thought the girl. "He is angry at me." And whenever she
turned the reproachful eyes seemed to confront her.
Was there any real cause for such alarm?
Josie Jordan was of a highly-wrought, imaginative mind, quick to
suspect, impulsive and full of vagaries and oftentimes those
susceptibilities led many a wild-goose chase. There was another that
interpreted the look from a different standpoint.
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