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8YN0P8I8.
Mlm Patrlrla Holbrook and Mlaa H*dpfl§|
Holbrook, her niece, wore enlrualetl to
the care of Laurance Donovan, a writer,
■utnnierlriK near Port Annunciate, MIkm
Patricia confided to Donovan that she
feared her brother Henry, who, ruined by
k bank failure, had constantly threatened
liar for money from Ills father'a will, of
Which Mlaa Patricia whh Kuardlun. They
came to Port Annandale to escape Henry.
Donovan aympathlxed with the two
women. He learned of Miss Helen’s an-
noying suitor. Donovun discovered and
captured an Intruder, who proved to be
kUNDAT to GAf
Jam
n r? i
nald Gillespie, aultor for the hand of
_as Helen Holbrook. Gillespie disap-
peared the following morninK. A rough
oallor appeared and was ordered away.
Donovan suw Miss Holbrook und her fa-
ther meet on friendly terms. Donovan
fought an Itallnn assassin. He met the
man he supposed was Holbrook, but who
■aid he was llartrhlge, a canoe-maker.
After a short discussion Donovan left
■urllly. Gillespie was discovered by Don-
ovan presenting a country church with
tl.OOO. Gillespie admitted he knew of Hol-
brook's presence. Miss Pat acknowledged
to Donovan that Miss Helen hud been
missing for a few hours While riding
In a launch, the Italian sailor attempted
to molest the trio, but failed. Miss Put
announced her Intention of lighting Henry
Holbrook and not seeking another hiding
place. Donovan met Helen In garden at
flight. Duplicity of Helen was confessed
by the young lady. She admitted conniving
with her father despite her aunts
precautions, In u night meeting with Don-
ovan. The three went for u long ride the
following day. That night, disguised as a
nun. Helen stole from the house. Hhe tnet
Reginald Gillespie, who told her Ills love.
Gillespie was confronted by Donovan.
CHAPTER IX—Continued.
It woe plain that he saw nothing
oat of the way In thus cortnlving with
Helen Holbrook against her aunt, and
that he had not been struck by the
enormity of the glrl'a conduct In ta-
king money from him. He drew In his
canoe as 1 debated with myself what
to do with him.
"You’ve got to leave the lake," I
Mid. "You've got to go.”
“Then I’m going, thank you!”
He sprang Into the canoe, driving It
far out of my reach; his paddle
■plaahed, and he was gone.
“Ia that you, sir?” called IJIma be-
hind me. "I thought I heard some one
talking.”
“It Is nothing, IJIma.”
A GOOD COUGH MIXTURE.
CHAPTER X.
The Plutter of a Handkerchief.
The next morning at eight o'clock
I sent a note to Miss Pnt, asking If she
and the other ladles of her house
would not take breakfast with me at
nine; and she replied, on her quaint
visiting Card, In an old-fashioned hand,
thRt she and Helen would be glnd to
come, but that Sister Margaret begged
to be excused. It bad been in my
mind from the first to usk them to
dine at Glennrtn, and now I wished
to see this girl, to test, weigh, study
bar, as Boon ns possible after her
meeting with Gillespie. 1 wished to
see how she would bear herself before
her aunt and me with that dark trans-
action on her conscience.
Breakfast seems to be, In common
experience, the moRt difficult meal of
the day, and yet that hour hangs In
memory still us one of the brightest I
ever spent. The table was set on the
terrace, and Its white nopery, the best
Qlenarm silver and crystal, and a bowl
of red roseB still dewy from the night,
all blended coolly with the morning.
As the strawberries were passed I felt
that the little table had brought us
together In a new Intimacy. It was de-
lightful to sit face lo face with Miss
1’at, and not less agreeable to liuve
at my right hand this bewildering
girl, whose eyes laughed nl me when
I sought shame in (heir depths. Miss
Pat poured the coffee, and when I
took my cup I felt that It cnfrled
benediction with It. 1 was glnd lo
see her so at pence with the world,
and her heart whs not older, 1 could
have sworn, than the roses before her.
“I shall refuse to leave when my
time Is up!” she declared. "Do you
think you could spend a winter here,
Helen?”
"I should love It!” the girl replied.
“It would he perfectly splendid to
watch the seasons march across the
lake. We can both enroll ourselves at
St. Agatha's us post graduate students,
and lake a special course In weather
here,”
"If I didn't some) linos hear trains
passing Annandale In the night, I
should forget Hint there's u great busy
world off there somewhere," said Miss
Pal. "I nm ashamed of myself for
having been so long discovering this
spot. Kxrept one Journey lo Califor-
nia. I was never west nl' Philadelphia
until I runic here."
Helen stood by the line of scarlet
geraniums that marked the Imlustiade,
at a point whence the best view of the
lake whs obtainable - her hands
clasped behind her, her head turned
Bllgthly.
"There is no one quite like her!"
exclaimed Miss Pat.
"Hhe Is beautiful!" 1 acquiesced.
Miss Pat talked on quickly, us
though our silence might cause Helen
to turn *11(1 thus deprive us of the
picture.
"Hhotild >on like to look over the
house?" I asked a little later, when
Helen hud come hack to the table. "It
la si,Id to bo one of the IlnoHt houses
In Interior America, und there are
■oine good pictures."
"We should be very glad," suld Miss
Pat; and Helen murmured assent.
"But we must not stny too long,
▲tut Pat Mr. Donovnu lias his own
As we passed the village pier I saw
the Stiletto lying at the edge of the
Inlet that made a miniature harbor for
the village, and, rowing swiftly toward
It, his oars flashing brightly, was the
Italian, still plainly In sight. Whether
Miss Pat saw the boat and Ignored It,
or failed to see, I did not know, for
when I turned she was studying the
cover of a magazine that lay in her
lap. Helen fell to talking vivaciously j
of the contrasts between American ;
and English landscape; and so we 1
drove back to St. Agatha’s.
Thereafter, for the matter of ten
days, nothing happened. I brought the
dies of St. Agatha’s often to Glen-
Vm, and wo went forth together con-
stantly by land and water without In-
terruption. They received and dis-
patched letters, and nothing marred
the quiet order of thelrllves. TheStlllet-
to vanished from my horizon, and lay,
so IJIma learned for me, within the
farther lake. Henry Holbrook had, I
made no doubt, gone away with the
draft Helen had secured from Gilles-
pie, and of Gillespie himself I heard
nothing.
"There la No One Quite Like Her!"
affairs. Wo must not tax his generosi-
ty too far."
"And we are going to send some let-
ters off to-duy. If It isn't asking too
much, I should like to drive to the
villnge later," said Miss Pat.
“Yes; and 1 should like a paper of
plus and a new magazine,” sold Helen,
a little, a very little eugerness In her
tone.
"Certainly. The stable 1b at your
disposal, and our entire marine.”
"Hut. we must see the Glennrm pic-
tures first," snld Miss Pat, and we
went at once Into the groat cool house,
coining nt last to the gallery on the
third floor.
"Whistler!” Miss Pat exclnlincd In
delight before the famous “Lucky In
the Gray Cloak." "I thought that pic-
ture was owned In England."
"It was; but old Mr. Glenarra had
to have It. That Melssonler Is sup-
posed to be In Paris, but you see It’s
here."
"It’s wonderful!” snld Miss Pat. She
returned to the Whistler and studied
It with rapt attention, and I stood by,
enjoying her pleasure. Helen had
passed on while Miss Pat hung upon
the Whistler.
"How beautifully those draperies
are suggested, Helen, That Is one of
the best of nil Ills IhlngB."
Hut Helen was not beside her, ns
she liud thought. There were several
recesses In the room, and I thought
the girl hud stepped Into ono of these,
hut Just then 1 suw her shudow out-
side.
".Miss Holbrook Is on the balcony,"
t said.
"Oil, very well. Wo must go,” she
replied, quietly, but lingered before the
picture.
1 left Miss Put and crossed the reoin
lo the hnlco.iy. As I approached one
of tin1 doors I saw Helen, standing
tiptoe for greater height, slowly rnlse
and lower her handkerchief thrice, us
though signaling to some one qn the
water,
I laughed outright as I stepped be-
side her.
"It’s hotter to tie a picture thnn to
look nt one, Miss Holbrook! Allow
me!" ,
In her confusion she hud dropped
her handkerchief, and when I returned
It she slipped It Into her cuff with a
murmur ef thanks. A Hash of anger
lighted her eyes and she colored
slightly; hut she was composed In an
Instant, And, looking off beyond the
water lower. 1 was not surprised to see
Ills Slllello quite near our shore, her
white siiIIh tilling lazily In the scant
wind. A tiny ting Hashed recognition
und answer to the girl’s signal, and
was hauled down nt once.
We were both silent ns we watched
It; then I turned to the girl, who bent
her head a moment, tucking the hand-
kerchief u trllle more securely Into her
sleeve. She smiled quizzically, with a
compression of the lips.
"The view here Is line, Isn't It?"
We regarded each other with entire
good humor. I heard Miss Put within,
slowly crossing the Imre Hour of the
gallery,
"You are Incomparable!" I ex-
claimed. "Verily, n daughter of .Inuus
lias come among us!"
"The best pictures are outdoors, aft-
er nil," commented Miss Pat; nnd
after a further ramble about the house
they returned to Ht. Agatha's, whence
wo were to drive together to Annan-
uale in half an hour,
I went to the stone water-tower and
scanned the movements of the Stiletto
with a glass while I waited. The sloop
was tacking slowly away toward An-
nandnle, her skipper managing his
sheet with an expert hand. It may
have been the ugly business In which
the pretty toy was engaged, or It may.
have been the lazy deliberation of her
oblique progress over the water, but 1
felt then and afterward that there was
something sinister in every line of the
Stiletto. The more I deliberated the
less certain I became of anything that
pertained to the Holbrooks; and I
tested my memory by repeating the
alphabet and counting ten, to make
sure Hint my wits were still equal to
such exercises.
We drove into Annandale without
Incident and with no apparent timidity
on Miss Pat’s purt. Helen was all
amiability and cheer. I turned per-
force to uddress her now und then, and
to find that the lurking smile about
her lips, and a challenging light in her
eyes, woke no resentment In me.
I left Miss Pat and Helen at the
guaeral store while I sought the hard-
ware merchant with u list of trifles
required for Glonurm. I was detained
some time longer than I hnd ex-
pected, and In leaving I stood for a
moment on the platform before the
shop, gossiping with tho merchant of
village affairs. I glanced down the
street to bog If tho ladles had ap-
peared, and observed nt the snme time
my team and wagon standing at the
curb In charge of tho driver, Jimt as I
had left them.
While I still talked to the merchant,
Helen came out of the general store,
glanced hurriedly up and down tho
street, nnd crossed quickly to the post-
office, which lay opposite, I watched
her as I made my udleux lo tho shop
keeper, and Just then I witnessed
something that Interested me at once.
Within tho open door of the post-ofllco
the Italian sailor lounged Idly. Helen
cnrrldd it number of letters In her
hand, und iih she entered the post-
office*—I was sure my eyes played me
no trick— deftly, almost Imperceptibly,
an envelope passed from her hand to
the Italian's. He stood Immovable, ns
he hud been, while the girl passed on
Into the office. Hhe reappeared nt
oneo, recrossed the street nnd met her
mint at the door of the general store.
I rejoined them, and us we nil met by
the waiting trap the Italian left the
pout otflee and strolled slowly away
toward the lake,
1 was not sure whether Miss Pat
saw him. If she did she made no sign,
hut begun describing with much
amusement nn odd count cyniuu hIio
hud seen In the shop,
"You matted our let .'era, did you,
Helen? Then I believe we have quite
finished, Mr. Donovan. I like your
little village; I’m disponed to love
everything about this beautiful lake.”
"Yes; even the town hall, where the
Old Georgia Minstrels seem to hnve
appeared for one night only, some
time last December, Is a shrine worthy
of pilgrimages," remarked Helen. "And
postage stumps cost no more here
than In Htumford. I hnd really ex-
pected that they would be a trllle
dearer."
I laughed rather more thnn wns re-
quired, for P.ose wonderful eyes of
hers were filled with something akin
to honest fun. Hhe was proud of her-
self, nnd was even flushed the least hit
with her success.
CHAPTER XI.
The Carnival of Canoes.
I had dined alone and was lounging
about the grounds when I heard voices
near the Glenarm wall. There was no
formal walk there, and my steps were
silenced by the turf. The heavy scent
of flowers from within gave me a hint
of my whereabouts; there was, I re-
membered, at this point on the school
lawn a rustic bench embowered in
honeysuckle, and Miss Pat and Helen
were, I surmised, taking their coffee
there. I started away, thinking to enter
by the gate and Join them, when Hel-
en’s voice rose angrily—there was no
mistaking it, and she said In a tone
that rang oddly on my ears:
“But you are unkind to him! You
are unjust! It is not fair to blame fa-
ther for his ill fortune.”
"That Is true, Helen; but it Is not y*ftr
father's ill fortune that I hold ngainst
him. AH I ask of him is to be sane,
reasonable, to change his manner of
life, and to come to me in a spirit of
fairness.”
"But he Is proud. Just as you are;
and Uncle Arthur ruined him! It was
dot father, but Uncle Arthur, who
brought nil these hideous things upon
us."
I pnssed rapidly on, and resumed my
walk elsewhere. It was a sad busi-
ness, the shadowy father; the criminal
uncle, who had, as Helen said, brought
ruin upon them all; the sweet, mother-
ly, older sister, driven In desperation
to hide; and, not less melancholy, this
beautiful girl, the pathos of whose po-
sition had struck me increasingly. Per-
haps Miss Pat was too severe, and I
half accused her of I know not what
crimes of rapacity and greed for with-
holding her brother’s money; then I
sot my teeth hard Into my pipe as my
Blumberlng loyalty to Miss Pat warmed
my heart again.
“It’s the night of the carnlvnl, sir,”
IJIma reminded me, seeking me at tho
water-towor.
“Vory good, IJIma. You needn’t lock
the boat house. I may go out later.”
The cottagers at Port Annandale
hold once every summer a canoe fete,
and this was the appointed night. I
wus in no mood for gayety of any sort,
but It occurred to me that I might re-
lieve the strained relations betwoon
Helen nnd her aunt by taking them
out to wntch tho procession of bouts.
1 passed through the gate and took
a turn or two, not to appear to know
of the wherenbout of the women, nnd
to my siirprlso met Miss Pnt walking
alone.
She greeted mo with her usual kind-
ness, hut 1 knew that I had broken
upon sad reflections. Helen was not
In sight, hut I strolled hack nnd forth
with Miss Put, thinking the girl might
nppenr.
"I hnd n note from Father Stoddard
to-day," said MIhh Pat.
"I congratulate you," I laughed. "H#
doesn't honor me ”
"lie's much occupied,"she remarked,
defensively; "und 1 suppose he doesn’t
Indulge hi ninny letters. Mine was
only ten lines long, not more!"
"Father Stoddnrd feels that ho has
a mission In the world, and he bus lit-
tle lime for people like us, who have
food, clothes and drink In plenty. He
gives his life to the hungry, unclothed
and thirsty,"
An-1 now, quite abruptly, Miss Pat
spoke of her brother.
"Huh Henry gone?"
"Yes; he left ton days ago."
Hhe nodded several times, then
looked at me and smiled.
"You have frightened him off! I am
grateful to you)"—-and I wns glad la
my heart that she did not know that
Gillespie’s money hnd sent him away.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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An effective remedy that will usu-
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After the Hunt.
Provided with some trophies of the
chase in the shape of rabbits. Rev.
Sanford O. Hearn, pastor of the First
Methodist Episcopal church, Yonkers,
proceeded to dresa them for dinner in
the parsonage cellar. His small son
watched the father’s work with inter-
est. Going upstairs, the youngster
called his mother.
"Oh, mamma,” said he, “what do
you suppose papa is doing?”
"I can’t guess, child. What Is he
doing?”
“Well, he's just skinning, shaving
and cutting up cats."
A Nasty Dif.
"As nasty a dig as I ever adminis-
tered In my newspaper career In Vir-
ginia City," said Mark Twain, "was di-
rected against a man named Fer-
guson.
"Ferguson, at Christmas time, in-
vited me to see the presents he had
given his wife. They were magnificent
gifts. The mun expected, of course, a
write-up.
"Well, he wasn't disappointed. The
next day, In a prominent place on the
first page of the Enterprise, 1 inserted
this paragraph:
“ 'John H. Ferguson’s Christmas
gifts to his wife are being much ad-
mired. They include a diamond stom-
acher and many other beautiful speci-
mens of cut glass.' ”
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Sample seut FREE. Address, Allen S. Olmsted,
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The Stuff That Kills.
Mrs. Benham—Isn't my dress a
poem?
Benham—Poetry will be the death
of me.
Pa’s Sleepy Day.
“Pa, what do you go to church for?"
"Why—er—to listen to the sermon,
of course."
"That’s what I go for, but I can’t
hear it cause you breathe so heavy."
There are imitations, don't be fooled.
There is no substitute! Tell the dealer you
want Lewis' Single Binder cigar.
Nothing that was worthy in the past
departs—no truth or goodness realized
by man ever dies, or can die.—Carlyle.
DON’T SPOIl, YOUR CLOTHES.
Use Red Cross Ball Blue and keep them
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Let us have faith that right makes
might, and in that faith let us dare to
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Excused.
• “Shame on you You came home
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“So I did, my dear. 1 just couldn’t
resist the pleasure of seeing two of
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Evidently So.
“AVhat do you suppose is behind this
refrigerator trust?"
“A cold deal for somebody.”
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