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ILLUSTRATION BY
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COPYR/CHF 1907 BY BO BBS -BERR/LL Ca
SYNOPSIS.
Miss Patricia Holbrook and Miss Helen
Holbrook, her niece, were entrusted to
the care of Laurence Donovan, a writer,
summering near Port Annandale. Miss
Patricia confided t<» Donovan that she
feared her brother Henry, who, ruined by
a bank failure, had constantly threatened
her for money from his father’s will, of
which Miss Patricia was guardian. They
came to Port Annandale to escape Henry.
CHAPTER I.—Continued.
“If a strange knight in quest of a
lady comes riding through the wood,
how shall I know him? What valorous
words are written on his shield, and
does he carry a lance or a suit-case?”
“He is the Knight of the Sorrowful
Countenance,” said Miss Holbrook in
my own key, as she rose. “You would
know him anywhere by his clothes
and the remarkable language he uses.
He is not to be taken very seriously
—that's the trouble with him! But I
have been afraid that he and my
brother might join hands in the pur
suit of us.”
“But the Sorrowful Knight would
not advance his interests by that—
he could only injure his cause!” I ex
claimed.
“Oh. he has no subtelty; he’s a
very foolish person; he blunders at
windmills with quixotic ardor.”
“Won't you please say good-night
to Miss Holbrook for me?” I said, my
hand on the door.
And then an odd thing happened.
I was about to take my departure
through the front hall when I remem
bered a short cut to the Glenarm gate
from the rear of the school. I walked
the length of the parlor to a door that
would, I knew, give ready exit to the
open. I bowed to Miss Pat, who stood
erect, serene, adorable, in the room
that was now touched with the first
shadows of waning day, ahd her slight
figure was so eloquent of pathos, her
smile so brave, that I bowed again,
with a reverence I already felt for
her.
l nen as 1 nung tne aoor open anu
stepped into the hall I heard the soft
swish of skirts, a light furtive step,
and caught a glimpse—or could have
sworn I did—of white. There was
only one sister in the house, and a
few servants; it seemed incredible
that they could be eavesdropping
upon this guest of the house. I
crossed a narrow hall, found the rear
door, and passed out into the park.
Something prompted me to turn
when I had taken a dozen steps to
ward the Glenarm gate. The vines on
the gray stone buildings were cool to
the eye with their green that hung
like a tapestry from eaves to earth.
And suddenly, as though she came out
of the ivied wall itself, Helen Hol
brook appeared on the little balcony
opening from one of the first-floor
rooms, rested the tips of her fingers
on the green vine-clasped rail, and,
seeing me, bowed and smiled.
She was gowned in white, with a
scarlet ribbon at her throat, and the
green wall vividly accented and
heightened her outline. I stood, star
ing like a fool for what seemed a
century of heart beats as she flashed
forth there, out of what seemed a
sheer depth of masonry; then she
turned her head slightly, as though in
disdain of me, and looked off toward
the lake. 1 had uncovered at sight of
her, and found, when I gained the
broad hall at Glenarm House, that I
still carried my hat.
An hour later, as I dined in solitary
state, that white figure was still pres
ent before me; and I could not help
wondering, though the thought an
gered me, whether that graceful
head had not been bent against the
closed door of the parlor at St. Aga
tha's, and (if such were the fact) why
Helen Holbrook, who clearly enjoyed
the full confidence of her aunt, should
have stooped to such a trick to learn
what Miss Patricia said to me.
CHAPTER II.
Confidences.
Miss Patricia received me the fol
lowing afternoon on the lawn at St.
Agatha’s where, in a cool angle of
the buildings, a maid was laying the
cloth on a small table.
“It is good of you to come. Helen
will be here presently. She went for
a walk on the shore.”
“You must both of you make free
of the Glenarm preserve. Don't con
sider the wall over there a barricade;
it’s merely to add to the picturesque
ness of the landscape.”
Miss Patricia was quite rested from
her journey, and expressed her pleas
ure in the beauty and peace of the
place in frank and cordial terms.
“I could ask nothing better than
this. Sister Margaret is most kind in
every way. Helen and I have had a
peaceful 24 hours—the first In two
years—and I feel that at last we
have found safe harborage.”
“Rest assured of it, Miss Holbrook!
The summer colony is away off there
and you need see nothing of it; it is
quite out of sight and sound. You
have seen Annandale—the sleepiest
of American villages, with a curio
shop and a candy and soda fountain
place and a picture postcard booth
which the young ladies of St. Aga
tha's patronize extensively when they
are here. The summer residents are
just beginning to arrive on their shore,
but they will not molest you. If they
try to land over here we’ll train our
guns on them and blow them out of
the water. As our neighbor beyond
the iron gate of Glenarm I beg that
you look upon me as your man-at
arms. My sword, madam, I lay at
your feet.”
“Sheathe it, Sir Laurance; nor
draw it save in honorable cause.” she
returned on the instant, and then she
was grave again.
“Sister Margaret is most kind in
every way; she seems wholly discreet,
and has assured me of her interest
and sympathy,” said Miss Patricia, as
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I Saw a Dark Figure Sprawled on the Veranda.
though she wished me to confirm her
own impression.
“There's no manner of doubt of it
She is Sister Theresa's assistant. It
is inconceivable that she could pos
sibly interfere in your affairs. I be
lieve you are perfectly safe here in
every way, Miss Holbrook. If at the
end of a week your brother has made
no sign, we shall be reasonably cer
tain that he has lost the trail.”
“I believe that is true; and I thank
you very much.”
I had come prepared to be disil
lusioned. to find her charm gone, but
her small figure had even an added
distinction; her ways, her manner an
added grace. I found myself resist
ing the temptation to call her quaint,
as implying too much; yet I felt that
in some olden time, on some noble
estate in England, or, better, in some
storied colonial mansion in Virginia,
she must have had her home in years
long gone, living on with no increase
of age to this present. She suggested
peace and gentleness and a beautiful
patience: and I strove to say amusing
things, that I might enjoy her rare
luminous smile and catch her eyes
when she gave me her direct gaze in
the quick, challenging way that
marked her as a woman of position
and experience, who had been more
given to command than to obey.
“Did you think I was never coming.
Aunt Pat? That shore-path calls for
more strenuous effort than I imagined,
and I had to change my gown again.”
Helen Holbrook advanced quickly
and stood by her aunt’s chair, nodding
to me smilingly, and while we ex
changed the commonplaces of the day,
she caught up Miss Pat's hand and
held it a moment caressingly. The
maid now brought the tea, Miss Pat
poured it and the talk went forward
cheerily.
“Oh, Mr. Donovan," said Helen Hol
brook, as I put down her cup, “there
are some letters I should like to write
and I wish you would tell me whether
it is safe to have letters come for us
to Annandale; or would it be better
to send nothing from here at all? It
does seem odd to have to ask such
a question—” and she concluded in a
tone of distress and looked at me ap
pealingly.
“We must take no risks whatever,
Helen,” remarked Miss Pat, decisively.
“Does no one know where you
are?” I inquired of Miss Patricia.
“My lawyer, in New York, has the
name of this place, sealed; and he
put it away in a safety box and
promised not to open it unless some
thing of very great importance hap
pened.”
“It is best to take no chances,” I
said; “so I should answer your ques
tion in the negative, Miss Holbrook.
In the course of a few weeks every
thing may seem much clearer; and in
the meantime it will be wiser not to
communicate with the outer world.”
“They deliver mail through the
country here, don't they?” asked Hel
en. “It must be a great luxury for the
the farmers to have the post-oSlce at
their very doors.”
“Yes, but the school and Mr. Glen
arm always send for their own mail
to Annandale.”
“Our mail is all going to my law
yer.” said Miss Pat, “and it must, wait
until we can have it sent to us with
out danger.”
“Certainly, Aunt Pat,” replied Hel
en, readily. “I didn't mean to give
Mr Donovan the impression that my
correspondence was enormous; but it
is odd to be shut up in this way and
not: to be able to do as one likes in
such little matters.”
It was time for me to leave and I
picked up my hat and stick. As I
starred away I was aware that Helen
Holbrook detained me without in the
least appearing to do so, following a
few steps to gain, as she said, a cer
tain view of the lake that was par
ticularly charming.
“There is nothing rugged in this
landscape, but it is delightful in its
very tranquillity,” she said as we
loitered on, the shimmering lake be
fore us, the wood behind ablaae with
the splendor of the sun. She spoke of
the beauty of the beeches, which are
of noble girth In this region, and
paused to indicate a group of them
whose smooth trunks were like mas
sive pillars. As we looked back I saw
that Miss Pat had gone into the house,
driven, no doubt, by the persistency of
the west wind that crisped the lake.
Helen's manner changed abruptly, and
she said:
“If any difficulty should arise here,
if my poor father should find out
where we are, I trust that you may be
able to save my aunt anxiety and
pain. That is what I wished to say
to you. Mr. Donovan.”
“Certainly,” I replied, meeting her
eyes, and noting a quiver of the lips
that was eloquent of deep feeling and
loyalty. She continued silent as we
marched on and I felt that there was
the least defiance In her air; then she
drew a handkerchief from her sleeve,
touched it lightly to her eyes, and
smiled.
“I had not thought of quite follow
ing you home! Here is Glenarm gate
—and there lie your battlements and
towers.”
“Rather they belong to my old
friend, John Glenarm. In his goodness
of heart he gave me the use of the
place for the summer; and as gener
osity with another's property is very
easy, I hereby tender you our fleet—
canoes, boats, steam launch—and the
stable, which contains a variety of
traps and a good riding-horse or two.
They are all at your service. I hope
that you and your aunt will not fail to
avail yourselves of each and all. Do
you ride? I was specially charged to
give the horses exercise.”
“Thank you very much,” she said.
“When we are well settled, and feel
more secure, we shall be glad to call
on you. Father Stoddard certainly
served us well in sending us to you,
Mr. uonovan.
In a moment she spoke again, quite
slowly, and with, I thought, a very
pretty embarrassment.
“Aunt Pat may have spoken of an
other difficulty—a mere annoyance,
really,” and she smiled at me; gravely.
"Oh, yes; of the youngster who has
been troubling you. Your father and
he have, of course, no connection?”
“No; decidedly not. But he is a
very offensive person, Mr. Donovan.
It would be a matter of great distress
if he should pursue us to this place.”
“It is inconceivable that a gentle
man—if he is a gentleman—should
follow you merely for the purpose of
annoying you. I have heard that young
ladies usually know how to get rid of
importunate suitors.”
“I have heard that they have
that reputation,” she laughed back.
“But Mr. Gillespie—”
“That’s the name, is it? Your aunt
did not mention it.”
“Yes; he lives quite near us at
Stamford. Aunt Pat disliked his fa
ther before him, and now that he is
dead she visits her displeasure on the
son; but she is quite right about it.
He is a singularly unattractive and
uninteresting person, and I trust that
he will not find us.”
“That is quite unlikely. You will
do well to forget all about him—
forget all your troubles and enjoy the
beauty of these June days.”
We had reached Glenarm gate, and
St. Agatha's was now hidden by the
foliage along the winding path. Helen
threw away the bits of twig when we
came to the wall, and, as I swung the
gate open, paused mockingly with
clasped hands and peeped inside.
“I must go back,” she saifl. Then,
her manner changing, she dropped her
hands at her side and faced me.
"You will warn me, Mr. Donovan,
of the first approach of trouble. I
wish to save my aunt in every way |
possible—she means so much t.p me; i
she has made life easy,_for me where |
it would have been hard.”
“There will be no trouble, Miss Hol
brook. You are as safe as though you
were hidden in a cav§. in the Apen
nines; but I shall give you warning
at the first sign of danger.”
“My father Is—is quite relentless,”
she murmured, averting her eyes.
I turned to retrace the path, with
her; but she forbade me and w&s gone
swiftly—a flash of white through the
trees—before 1 could parley with her.
I stared after her as long as I could
hear her light tread in the path. And
when she had vanished a feeling of
loneliness possessed me and the coun
try quiet mocked me with its peace.
I clanged the Glenarm gates to
gether sharply and went in to dinner;
but I pondered long as 1 smoked on
the star-hung terrace. There was no
disguising the truth that the coming
of the Holbrooks had got on my
nerves—at least that was my phrase
for it. Now that I thought of it, they
were impudent intruders and Paul
Stoddard had gone too far in turning
them over to me. There was nothing
in their story, anyhow: it was pre
posterous, and I resolved to let them
severely alone. But even as these
thoughts ran through my mind I
turned toward St. Agatha’s, whose
lights were visible through the trees,
and I knew that there was nothing
honest in my impatience. Helen Hol
brook's eyes were upon me and her
voice called from the dark; and when
the clock chimed nine in the tow'er
beyond the wall memory brought back
the graceful turn of her dark head,
the firm curve of her throat as she
had listened to the mellow fling of the
bells.
Sobered by these reflections, I left
the terrace shortly after 11 and walked
through the strip of wood that lay
between the house and the lake to the
Glenarm pier; and at once matters
took a turn that put the love of wom
an quite out of the reckoning.
CHAPTER III.
I Meet Mr. Reginald Gillespie.
As I neared the boathouse I saw a dark
figure sprawled on the veranda and my
Japanese boy spoke to me softly. The
moon was at full and I drew up in the
shadow of the house and waited. Ijima
had been with me for several years
and was a boy of unusual intelligence.
He spoke both English and French ad
mirably, was deft of hand and wise of
mind, and I was greatly attached to
him. His courage, fidelity and dis
cretion I had tested more than once.
He lay o.uite still on the pier, gazing
out upon the lake, and I knew that
something unusual had attracted his
attention. He spoke to me in a mo
ment, but without turning his head.
“A man has been rowing up and
down the shore for an hour. When
he came in close here I asked him
what he wanted and he rowed away
without answering. He is now off
there by the school.”
“Probably a summer boarder from
across the lake.”
"Hardly, sir. He came from the di-'
rection of the village and acts
queerly.”
I flung myself down on the pier and
crawled out to where Ijima lay. We
lay by the post that bore the three
lanterns, and watched the slow move
ment of a rowboat along the margin
of the school grounds. St. Agatha's
maintains a boathouse for the use of
studepts, and the pier lights—red,
white and red—lay beyond the boat
man, and he seemed to be drawing
slowly toward them.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Shells Probably First Used for Pur
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At dusk of a day throughout which
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He Forgot Something.
“Is that all you have to say to me?”
she queried, looking off into space.
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Haven’t I told you that I worship the
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“Oh, yes, you said all that,” she re
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“But what?" he asked, tremulously.
“You—you didn’t say right out and
cut ‘I love you,’ and that's what 1
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you will be pleasantly surprised at the
improved appearance of your work.
Hardly.
“Would you," he asked, “care to
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“Not if anybody knew it,” she re
plied.
There’s a rich, satisfying quality in
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other 5c cigar.
Some family skeletons are padded
beyond recognition.
Busted
Many a man goes broke—in Health
—then wealth. Blames his mind—
says it don’t work right; but all the
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—liver dead and the whole system gets
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I good, clean-cut brain action like con
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j Paper-Hangers & Painters
I You can greatly increase your business with no ex
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A Clem Man
Outside cleanliness is less than halt the battle. A man msy
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t He will never be troubled with liver, lung, stomach or blood
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Consumption and bronchitis mean unclean lungs.
Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical. Discoyeiy
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clean blood, and clean, healthy flesh. "
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