"Good-night," she cried, a vibrant note in her voice. He heard her as
she went down the hall. She was running.
CHAPTER X
THE BLACK HEADLINES
Christine had been mistress of Jenison Hall for three days when the
expected and anxiously looked-for letter came from her mother.
A sensation of dread, of uncertainty, had been present during those
three wonderful days, lurking behind the happiness that filled the
foreground so completely. She could not divest herself of the vague,
insistent fear that disaster hung over the head of the mother she
idolized. David, supremely happy, used every device that his brain and
a loving heart could present to set her mind at rest, to drive away
the unvoiced anxiety that revealed itself only in the occasional
mirror of her telltale eyes.
When no word came on the morning of the third day, she timidly
suggested that they run up to New York for a short visit. He laughed
at her and playfully accused her of being tired of him, of being
homesick. Nevertheless, he was troubled. He had seen the newspaper
accounts of the murder of Colonel Grand, and he had been horrified,
immeasurably shocked, to find that Dick Cronk was the self-confessed
assassin.
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