It's probably bringing relief."
"They--they may be bringing bad news," Eleanor groaned. "Oh, Miss
Courtenay, how do you do--again? How is your--your grandmother, wasn't
it?"
"I--I--yes, I think so--I mean, I think she's no better. They may be
bringing his body!" said the other girl, her eyes fixed on the distant
locomotive.
"Oh!" almost screamed Eleanor, and stared wildly without words.
A brakeman far down the track was flagging the locomotive; it came to
a stop, and several men were seen climbing down from the cab. Two of
them eventually disengaged themselves from the little group and
hurried forward. One was carrying a suitcase, and both walked as
though they were either in pain or attended by extreme old age.
"Why--why--" gasped Eleanor, "it's Joe!"
"And--yes, thank God, it's Har--Mr. Windomshire," almost shrieked
Anne.
Then they turned and looked at each other in confusion. Neither had
the courage to carry out the desire to fly to the arms of the man she
longed to see more than all else in the world. They felt themselves to
be caught red-handed.
CHAPTER IV
MRS. VAN TRUDER INTRUDES
None but the most eager, loving eyes could possibly have recognised
the newcomers.
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