The girl and the guardsman . ching her stealthily, plainly wascaught up by the whimsical currentof the transformation. Uncle Amoswas a parody of himself. The hall clock was striking noonwhen PMith found herself pinning onher hat. She was startled by herown face in the mirror. When she •97 THE GIRL & THE GUARDSMAN reached the porch she knew that shewas going to see Hadleigh. Some-how that had begun to seem like aduty. She had humiHated herself toBarton. She herself would followthe sympathetic note she had sent toHadleigh. She would contradict, atwhatever cost, any suspicion Hadleighmight have o
The girl and the guardsman . ching her stealthily, plainly wascaught up by the whimsical currentof the transformation. Uncle Amoswas a parody of himself. The hall clock was striking noonwhen PMith found herself pinning onher hat. She was startled by herown face in the mirror. When she •97 THE GIRL & THE GUARDSMAN reached the porch she knew that shewas going to see Hadleigh. Some-how that had begun to seem like aduty. She had humiHated herself toBarton. She herself would followthe sympathetic note she had sent toHadleigh. She would contradict, atwhatever cost, any suspicion Hadleighmight have of her want of feeling ;she would show him that if friend-ship could fall into error, it could besteadfast, that if it hurt in being trueto itself, it could bind up the result-ing wound with an affectionate anda patient hand. After all, Hadleigh was not athome. His mother, looking intoEdiths white face, said he had in-sisted on going into the city, andpossibly had gone from there to the works. They had regretted not 198. Nothing wjs -whatit bad becnr THE GIRL £r THE GUARDSMAN being able to detain him. Would ntEdith sit down a while ? No, she had come to ask after hiswound. Evidently he was he should be careful. As briefly as might be, Edith re-ceived Mrs. Hadleighs motherlyquestioning, met the motherly eyesthat read the trouble behind herown, and turned homeward againher heart deadly heavy, her headthrobbing. She is nt quiet a minute ! mur-mured Amanda at the dining-roomwindow when she saw Edith at thegate. Somebody 11 just have toput her to bed. Mr. Tibbetts and Barton came outon the trolley. Mr. Tibbetts became more andmore chipper in a momentum of •99 THE GIRL &- THE GUARDSMAN altruistic satisfaction. It seemed tohim that he looked over at thechimneys of the works without atwinge. He had made a great sac-rifice, but he had made a splendidatonement. He poured out upon Barton aflood of local gossip without observ-ing that the artist yielded but indif-ferent atte
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