"Herbert, my son, have you seen Jennie?"
"She went for a ride, mother."
"It was a long one, then, for she carried a roll of blankets with her, and also took the large leather saddle bags filled with her things."
"Is this so, mother?"
"It is."
"Then she intended to escape from us?"
"Without a doubt, and I regret that she was forced to feel that she should have to go from us. But then, my son, you and your father seemed to wish to have her know that she was not my child, and must become your wife, and, as usual, I was weak enough to yield. Now the poor child has run away, and we will never see her more," and Mrs. Bernard began to cry.
Herbert hated a scene and tears, so quickly took his departure, and went in search of his father.
"Father, mother says that Jennie has run away."