The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1888-08-15

So Montreal or Bank" had NOT
once been named bctween them, and as
her father had said there were no neigh.
bors to asl. OF their past. a stray sports
man now and then was more interested
in the trout streams, or white fish hole,
than in the history of the surly fisher.
man who had so little 10 say or the girl
who managed TO keep out of the way.
So Godfrey Morris being her first actual
guest, Margaret Winston was apparently
bent on doing him honor
Il have speckled beauty of trout, "
she said. II was keeping him for break
fast; somehow | have to try to tempt
papa a bit in the morning. | think he
does not sieep well. and 80 he has but
little appetite. And oh yes, some rasp-
berries | have contrived IA spring house
in shelf of rock over the brook; It keeps
everything so cool and crisp. But if you
will come with me, it's only a stones
throw, we'll have everything for tea
know papa will like to have feast in
your honor, Mr.. Morris
Mr.. Morris
The name reached the ear Of man who
had approached the hut across the messy
sod, not stealthily, but as noiselessly as
Godfrey Morris had before him.
He had reached the small unglazed
windows which stood open to the evening
air
He stood stll with q start.
"Mr Morris
The dancing freight within showed
hum Geoffrey Morris seated smoking at
his hearth, his daughter standing with
her pretty head turned toward him
How should John Winston know that
the pipe lie was smoking was pipe of
peacel
He will tell her-she will believe
him. he said to himself, and turned
sharply on his heel. and plunged back
into the surrounding wood
Meg was standing with her back to the
window, and saw nothing of the sudden
face there, but Morris did, and sprang to
his feet
winston
ooh, papa there?" cried Meg.
When they came out TO him he was
at the entrance of the wood, con
fronting them. haggard and wild eyed,
like some savage creature of the forest
brought to bay
Could you not have spared me this
thing. Godfrey Morris. 80 thrust Yourself
in here between me and my child? All
things else have given up to you; could
You not have spared me herr For, after
NIL, that IS all you came to do to me, to
lake her from me Wc'are in the state
Of Maine, and swindling is not covered by
he eXtradition treaty"
Winston
Papa"
The girl had gone straight TO him, link
ng her arm in his, although he would
nave put her from him with that pas
ionate gesture Of ropulsion.
Papa ii he means you any harm-I
lont think he means you any harm-you
NOW nothing, nothing can take me from
'ou.
Stay, Meg Not the knowledge that
this foot of ground on which stand
we're just over the border in Canada. in
tead of here in Maine, Godfrey Morris
ould haul ne away TO prison for embez-
ling the funds of his bank, for which |
'as cashier"
Father, should never believe YOU a
hief, unless you told me 50. And know
on will not tell me so
But if every one else tells you So |
leg? Has not Godfrey Morris done.so Q
READY" q
Meg, without loosing her hold of her
.ther, glanced over her shoulder at 6
Iorris S
Il understand it now, =" she cried. you il
ave teen keeping all this wicked suspi. \
on from my knowledge, hiding me away l
ON all news of it, here in the woods V
Oh need not have troubled papa; v
lould never have believed it. And Mr. L
orris does not believe it, either" she
al, suddenly turning round upon him
He came forward, thus challenged.
That / never did he said. INV col : o
aguos may, | never did And for the Il
81 month they have not either. How b
we you buried yourself. Mr. Winston.
at for the last month YOU have seen d.
me OF the firm advertisements for your Oh
'or old Dupre j., dead Winston. but not
lore coniessiug that it was lie who sc
Dbed the bank. Bat / ask YOU to be e1
We Lhc" that you were innocent, at
st. Ii You cannot believe that. then IL
use to take my hand"
lie had stretched ii out frankly
Veg, CHANGING from the one TO the other.
wv the two softly together her own pa
nd nesting in them both FL
i am glad she said looking straight SD
into Godfrey face Il could never ne
re forgiven you h-l you doubted him re-
am glad We Can L, friends. qu
Have We not smoked the plpe Of peace Of
ether" said he, lightly. DE-
NJ;
'ut already it had flashed through wa
'ffrey Morris mind-well. perhaps not wa
mind, but his heart-that one might
glad to be something more than friend
h Meg Winston. And somehow OF
er he must have succeeded, though 80,
summer, now that he is planning an ca ca
err fishing trip TO the lakes that wind W W
nd out from Canada into Maine. il is az
Meg Winston, bat Meg Morris, who ~
romislng to go a-fshing with him i n