Mystery Behind Dark Windows. Mary C. Jane

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      “I’ve looked out here already,” Aunt Rachel said, right at her elbow.

      Ellie opened the door of the pantry and snapped on the light. She noticed with thankfulness that the night wind was blowing in through the small window.

      “Oh, Aunt Rachel,” she cried. “Kim must have climbed out there!”

      Her aunt frowned. “I should have remembered to close that. Will you go out on the porch and call him?”

      Eagerly, Ellie stepped into the windy darkness of the back lawn. She called and called to Kim, but the rising storm seemed to blow the sound of her voice away. If Kim heard it, he made no response. In spite of herself, Ellie felt anxious. The sleek cat loved warmth and comfort. It wasn’t like him to wander away on such a blustery night.

      Shivering, she turned back to the lighted kitchen.

      “I don’t know where he can be,” she said.

      Aunt Rachel’s pale face darkened.

      “I didn’t dream he had gone out or I would have called him long ago,” she said. “I hope nothing has happened to him.”

      “Let me look for him,” Ellie pleaded. “I won’t go far. Just up and down the sidewalk a little way.”

      Her aunt hesitated. “Tony could go with you—”

      “Oh, I don’t need him. I’m not afraid of the dark.”

      She dashed to the hall closet faster than her aunt could follow, pulled on her jacket, and was out the door in half a minute.

      “Oh, Kim,” she cried, “where are you? Come, Kim.”

      The wind billowed her coat and ruffled her hair as she followed along the iron fence in front of the Pride mansion. She went downhill past the gas station and the lighted windows of Miller’s Variety Store as far as the bridge. Then she retraced her steps and went on until she passed the unused church on the hill with the row of tall poplar trees in front of it. The loud whispering of millions of fluttering leaves was a ghostly sound in the darkness.

      She tried not to think of the empty mill and the warehouse across the street, and of the lonely alley that ran between them. Surely Kim wouldn’t go there!

      Even by daylight Ellie hated to walk down Mill Alley. The walls of the buildings rose straight up on each side of it, without a lawn or a bit of yard to give a person breathing space. The alley was like a vise that might close in on you at any minute.

      Yet she did want to find Kim. If she didn’t, Aunt Rachel might decide to search upstairs. She would discover that Tony had gone out. Ellie didn’t want that to happen.

      Hadn’t she seen an old tomcat snoozing on the steps of the mill when she went down that way last week? Maybe cats liked company. Even proud, silent Kim might get lonesome sometimes, just as she did herself.

      She stood on the curb and waited uncertainly while a noisy truck dragged itself up the hill. Then, with a determined toss of her head, she started across Main Street toward the entrance of Mill Alley. She only hoped Aunt Rachel wasn’t watching as she passed under the street light and disappeared in the shadows between the huge buildings.

      It was quiet here. The sound of traffic was dimmed and the wind, though it swooped overhead, had no leaves or window shutters to rattle. Ellie’s voice, calling to Kim, echoed in the shadows.

      By the time she reached the main entrance to Dark-water Mill, she was getting used to the dimness. She could see the wide front steps, but no cats were huddled upon them. With a disappointed sigh she decided that she might just as well go back home. It was then, of course, that she heard a familiar me-ow right at her heels.