"Thank you. I"m glad to hear you say that."
Monday morning Dorian went to the city and readily found the man whom he was seeking. He was in his office.
"Good morning. Glad to see you," greeted Mr. Lamont, as he swung around on his chair. "Take a seat. What can I do for you?"
As the question was asked abruptly, the answer came in like manner.
"I want to know what you know about Carlia Duke."
Mr. Lamont reddened, but he soon regained his self-possession.
"What do you mean!" he asked.
"You have heard of her disappearance?"
"Yes; I was very sorry to hear of it."
"It seems her father has exhausted every known means of finding her, and I thought you might, at least, give him a clew."
"I should be most happy to do so, if I could; but I a.s.sure you I haven"t the least idea where she has gone. I am indeed sorry, as I expressed to her father the other day."
"You were with her a good deal."
"Well, not a good deal, Mr. Trent--just a little," he smilingly corrected. "I will admit I"d liked to have seen more of her, but I soon learned that I had not the ghost of a chance with you in the field."
"You are making fun, Mr. Lamont."
"Not at all, my good fellow. You are the lucky dog when it comes to Miss Duke. A fine girl she is, a mighty fine girl--a diamond, just a little in the rough. As I"m apparently out of the race, go to it, Mr. Trent and win her. Good luck to you. I don"t think you"ll have much trouble."
Dorian was somewhat nonplused by this fulsome outburst. He could not for a moment find anything to say. The two men looked at each other for a moment as if each were measuring the other. Then Mr. Lamont said:
"If at any time I can help you, let me know--call on me. Now you"ll have to excuse me as I have some business matters to attend to."
Dorian was dismissed.
The disappearance of Carlia Duke continued to be a profound mystery. The weeks went by, and then the months. The gossips found other and newer themes. Those directly affected began to think that all hopes of finding her were gone.
Dorian, however, did not give up. In the strenuous labors of closing summer and fall he had difficulty in keeping his mind on his work. His imagination ranged far and wide, and when it went into the evil places of the world, he suffered so that he had to throw off the suggestion by force. He talked freely with his mother and with Carlia"s parents on all possible phases of the matter, until, seemingly, there was nothing more to be said. To others, he said nothing.
Ever since Dorian had been taught to lisp his simple prayers at his mother"s knee, he had found strength and comfort in going to the Lord.
With the growth of his knowledge of the gospel and his enlarged vision of G.o.d"s providences, his prayers became a source of power. Uncle Zed had taught him that this trustful reliance on a higher power was essential to his progress. The higher must come to the help of the lower, but the lower must seek for that help and sincerely accept it when offered. As a child, his prayers had been very largely a set form, but as he had come in contact with life and its experiences, he had learned to suit his prayers to his needs. Just now, Carlia and her welfare was the burden of his pet.i.tions.
The University course must wait another year, so Dorian and his mother decided. They could plainly see that one more year would be needed, besides Dorian was not in a condition to concentrate his mind on study.
So, when the long evenings came on again, he found solace in his books, and read again many of dear Uncle Zed"s writings which had been addressed so purposely to him.
One evening in early December Dorian and his mother were cosily "at home" to any good visitors either of persons or ideas. Dorian was looking over some of his papers.
"Mother, listen to this," he said. "Here is a gem from Uncle Zed which I have not seen before." He read:
""The acquisition of wealth brings with it the obligation of helping the poor; the acquisition of knowledge brings with it the obligation of teaching others; the acquisition of strength and power brings with it the obligation of helping the weak. This is what G.o.d does when He says that His work and His glory is to bring to pa.s.s the immortality and eternal life of man"."
"How true that is," said the mother.
"Yes," added Dorian after a thoughtful pause, "I am just wondering how and to what extent I am fulfilling any obligation which is resting on me by reason of blessings I am enjoying. Let"s see--we are not rich, but we meet every call made on us by way of t.i.thing and donations; we are not very wise, but we impart of what we have by service; we are not very strong--I fear, mother, that"s where I lack. Am I giving of my strength as fully as I can to help the weak. I don"t know--I don"t know."
"You mean Carlia?"
"Yes; what am I doing besides thinking and praying for her?"
"What more can we do?"
"Well, I can try doing something more."
"What, for instance!"
"Trying to find her."
"But her father has done that."
"Yes; but he has given up too soon. I should continue the search. I"ve been thinking about that lately. I can"t stay cosily and safely at home any longer, mother, when Carlia may be in want of protection."
"And what would you be liable to find if you found her?"
That question was not new to his own mind, although his mother had not asked it before. Perhaps, in this case, ignorance was more bliss than knowledge. Whatever had happened to her, would it not be best to have the pure image of her abide with him? But he know when he thought of it further that such a conclusion was not worthy of a strong man. He should not be afraid even of suffering if it came in the performance of duty.
That very night Dorian had a strange dream, one unusual to him because he remembered it so distinctly the day after. He dreamed that he saw Mildred in what might well be called the heavenly land. She seemed busy in sketching a beautiful landscape and as he approached her, she looked up to him and smiled. Then, as she still gazed at him, her countenance changed and with concern in her voice, she asked, "Where"s Carlia?"
The scene vanished, and that was all of the dream. In the dim consciousness of waking he seemed to hear Carlia"s voice calling to him as it did that winter night when he had left her, not heeding. The call thrilled his very heart again:
"Dorian, Dorian, come back--come back!"
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
The second week in December Dorian went into action in search of Carlia Duke. He acknowledged to himself that it was like searching for the proverbial needle in the haystack, but inaction was no longer possible.
Carlia very likely had no large amount of money with her, so she would have to seek employment. She could have hidden herself in the city, but Dorian reasoned that she would be fearful of being found, so would have gone to some nearby town; but which one, he had no way of knowing.
He visited a number of adjacent towns and made diligent enquiries at hotels, stores, and some private houses. Nothing came of this first week"s search.
A number of mining towns could easily be reached by train from the city.
In these towns many people came and went without notice or comment.
Dorian spent nearly a week in one of them, but he found no clue. He went to another. The girl would necessarily have to go to a hotel at first, so the searcher examined a number of hotel registers. She had been gone now about six months, so the search had to be in some books long since discarded, much to the annoyance of the clerks.
Dorian left the second town for the third which was situated well up in the mountains. The weather was cold, and the snow lay two feet deep over the hills and valleys. He became disheartened at times, but always he reasoned that he must try a little longer; and then one day in a hotel register dated nearly five months back, he found this entry:
"Carlia Davis."