THE GIRL’S OWN PAPER
Vol. XX.—No. 1013.]
[Price One Penny.
MAY 27, 1899.
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THE HOUSE WITH THE VERANDAH.
A HAPPY HEALTHY GIRLHOOD.
“OUR HERO.”
FROCKS FOR TO-MORROW.
IN THE TWILIGHT SIDE BY SIDE.
SHEILA.
OUR PUZZLE POEM REPORT: AN ACCIDENTAL CYCLE II.
ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS.
OUR NEW PUZZLE POEM.
OUR SUPPLEMENT STORY COMPETITION.
AT THE HELM.
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THE HOUSE WITH THE VERANDAH.
By ISABELLA FYVIE MAYO, Author of “Other People’s Stairs,” “Her Object in Life,” etc.
CHAPTER IX
A WORM AT THE ROOTS.
ach lookedat the other,aghast. Anexpression asof sudden enlightenmentflitted acrossthe boyish faceof Tom Black;but nobodynoticed that.
“That soundmeans someaccident!” exclaimedLucy,hurrying outof the room.Miss Latimerfollowed her.Mr. Somersetand youngBlack stayedbehind, Mr.Somersetholding backlittle Hugh.
But they only lingered for a moment.A cry from Lucy and a pungent smell ofburning which saluted their nostrils setthem too running downstairs.
Mrs. Challoner and Miss Latimerwere bending over the body of Mrs.Morison, prostrate just outside thedining-room door. A japanned traycontaining knives and forks and spoons,scattered over the floor, explained thecrash which had followed the heavy fall.Little Hugh shrieked, “Mrs. Morison isdead!” and began to cry. But shebreathed stertorously.
“She has had a fit,” Lucy said.“Working over the big fire has broughtit on.”
Wilfrid Somerset caught up his hat.
“I know the nearest doctor’s!” heexclaimed, and, putting young Blackaside, he hirpled off, self-consciousnesssuspended in his eager desire to be ofservice.
“Mrs. Morison isn’t dead, dear,”Miss Latimer reassured li