The Girl at Central. Bonner Geraldine

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СКАЧАТЬ I was raised. I thought of my poor father, most killed with work, and my mother eking things out, doing housecleaning and never a hard word to each other or to me.

      The night settled down early, black, dark and very still. At seven Anne Hennessey came in and sat down by the radiator, which was making queer noises with the heat coming up. Supper time's like dinner – few calls – so I turned round in my chair, ready for a good talk, and asked about the trouble at Mapleshade.

      "Oh, it was another quarrel yesterday morning at breakfast and with Harper, the butler, hearing every word. He said it was the worst they'd ever had. He's a self-respecting, high-class servant and was shocked."

      "Sylvia and the Doctor again?"

      "Yes, and poor Mrs. Fowler crying behind the coffee pot."

      "The same old subject?"

      "Oh, of course. It's young Reddy this time. Sylvia's been out a good deal this autumn in her car; several times she's been gone nearly the whole day. When the Doctor questioned her she'd either be evasive or sulky. On Friday someone told him they'd seen her far up on the turnpike with Jack Reddy in his racer."

      I fired up, I couldn't help it.

      "Why should he be mad about that? Isn't Mr. Reddy good enough for her?"

      "I think he is. I told you before I thought the best thing she could do would be to marry him. But – " she looked round to see that no one was coming in – "don't say a word of what I'm going to tell you. I have no right to repeat what I hear as an employee but I'm worried and don't know what's the best thing to do. Mrs. Fowler has as good as told me that her husband's lost all his money and it's Sylvia's that's running Mapleshade. And what I think is that the Doctor doesn't want her to marry anyone. It isn't her he minds losing; it's thirty thousand a year."

      "But when she comes of age she can do what she wants and if he makes it so disagreeable she won't want to live there."

      "That's two years off yet. He may recoup himself in that time."

      "Oh, I see. But he can't do any good by fighting with her."

      "Molly, you're a wise little woman. Of course he can't, but he doesn't know it. He treats that hot-headed, high-spirited girl like a child of five. Mark my words, there's going to be trouble at Mapleshade."

      I thought of the telephone message I'd overheard the day before and it came to me suddenly what "the secret" might be. Could Sylvia have been planning to run away? I didn't say anything – it's natural to me and you get trained along those lines in the telephone business – and I sat turning it over in my mind as Anne went on.

      "I'd leave to-morrow only I'm so sorry for Mrs. Fowler. She's as helpless as a baby and seems to cling to me. The other day she told me about her first marriage – how her husband didn't care for her but was crazy about Sylvia – that's why he left her almost all his money."

      I wasn't listening much, still thinking about "the secret." If she wasrunning away was she going alone or with Jack Reddy? My eyes were fixed on the window and I saw, without noticing particular, the down train from the city draw into the station, and then Jim Donahue run along the platform swinging a lantern. As if I was in a dream I could hear Anne:

      "I call it an unjust will – only two hundred thousand dollars to his wife and five millions to his daughter. But if Sylvia dies first, all the money goes back to Mrs. Fowler."

      The train pulled out, snorting like a big animal. Jim disappeared, then presently I saw him open the depot door and come slouching across the street. I knew he was headed for the Exchange, thinking Minnie Trail was there, he being a widower with a crush on Minnie.

      He came in and, after he'd got over the shock of seeing me, turned to Anne and said:

      "I just been putting your young lady on the train."

      Anne gave a start and stared at him.

      "Miss Sylvia?" she said.

      "That's her," said Jim, warming his coat tails at the radiator.

      I could see Anne was awful surprised and was trying to hide it.

      "Who was she with?" she asked.

      "No one. She went up alone and said she was going to be away for a few days. Where's she going?"

      Anne gave me a look that said, "Keep your mouth shut," and turned quiet and innocent to Jim. "Just for a visit to friends. She's always visiting people in New York and Philadelphia."

      Jim stayed round a while gabbing with us, and then went back to the station. When the door shut on him we stared at each other with our eyes as round as marbles.

      "Oh, Molly," Anne said, almost in a whisper, "it's just what I've been afraid of."

      "You think she's lighting out?"

      "Yes – don't you see, the Doctor being at the Dalzells' has given her the chance."

      "Where would she go to?"

      "How do I know? Heaven send she hasn't done anything foolish. But this morning she sent Virginie, that French woman, up to the village for something – on Sunday when all the shops are shut. The housemaid told me they'd been trying to find out what it was and Virginie wouldn't tell. Oh, dear, could she have gone off with someone?"

      We were talking it over in low voices when a call came. It was from Mapleshade to the Dalzells'. As I made the connection I whispered to Anne what it was and she whispered back, "Listen."

      I did. It was from Mrs. Fowler, all breathless and almost crying. She asked for the Doctor and when he came burst out:

      "Oh, Dan, something's happened – something dreadful. Sylvia's run away."

      I could hear the Doctor's voice, small and distant but quite clear:

      "Go slow now, Connie, it's hard to hear you. Did you say Sylvia'd run away?"

      Then Mrs. Fowler said, trying to speak slower:

      "Yes, with Jack Reddy. We've been hunting for her and we've just found a letter from him in her desk. Do you hear – her desk, in the top drawer? It told her to meet him at seven in the Lane and go with him in his car to Bloomington."

      "Bloomington? That's a hundred and fifty miles off."

      "I can't help how far off it is. That's where the letter said he was going to take her. It said they'd go by the turnpike to Bloomington and be married there. And we can't find Virginie – they've evidently taken her with them."

      "I see – by the turnpike, did you say?"

      "Yes. Can't you go up there and meet them and bring her back?"

      "Yes – keep cool now, I'll head them off. What time did you say they left?"

      "The letter said he'd meet her in the Lane at seven and it's a little after eight now. Have you time to get up there and catch them?"

      "Time? – to burn. On a night like this Reddy can't get round to the part of the pike where I'll strike it under three and a half to four hours."

      "But can you go – can you leave your case?"

      "Yes – Dalzell's СКАЧАТЬ