Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-09-02

young men and women with sprlnk-
ling OF chaperones. Sir John. a
genial looking old gentleman. was al
ways delighted to surround himself
with young people. as he said they
made life look bright to him, and GER
tainly there was plenty OF laughing
and talking as the party on the lava
chatted about the events of the day.
listened to the voice of the wind STIR
ring the leaves overhead or watched
the boats floating past on the sunlit
river with their loads OF young men
in flannels and pretty girls daintily
costumcd in river fashion.
Olive Maunders evidently found the
conversation too frivolous. for she
suddenly arose. went up to the house,
and retired into the drawing-room.
Sir John looked after her with rather
a panied expression on his face. and
selling the opportunity afforded by
Teddy Rudall beginning n song, he
slipped away to look for her.
She was seated in lounginG chair
leaning forward with bent head and
clasped hands the frown still on her
face. 40 striking-looking girl. tall
end slender with a handsome reso-
lutte countenance CT pronounced
brunette type. ana Ecr small head.
with its coils of smooth black hair
was well set on her sloping shoulders.
why did you run away so sudden
ly. Oliver asked her father. sitting
beside her, and taking one of her slim
hands in his own
Il grew tired OF the conversation.
said Olive in n clear sharp voice; lit
is so frivolous and there is such a lot
to be thought Of ;"
My dear you must not brood toe
much over Trevanna's accident.
I'm not thinking about Mr.. Ire.
wanna. but j am about Adrian. Where
can he be? 1t is now a fortnight
since he disappeared. and nothing has
been heard of him."
'Nh! he'll come back again as soon
rs he hears Trevanna is getting better.
| expect he thought he had killed
Trevanna and is keeping quiet"
but now that Mr.. Trevanna is get
ting we'll. he has eXonerated Adrian
entirely. They were both foolish. no
doubt but nothing was so bad as to
make Adrian hide himself like this. 4"
Perhaps the advertisement you
put in the paper will bring him, "
suggested Sir John thoughtfully.
Il hope So" replied Olive quickly.
If he S any where in England he must
have seen it by this time, but he
seems to have vanished altogether.
Why cannot your occult science dis
cover him. father?"
I'm not well enough up in theoso-
ply to try any experiments OF that
nature" said Sir John ruefully. but
I'll tell you who might find out where
Adrian is. "
Some detective suppose. re-
torted Olive. Nonsense they never
make any discoveries worth talking
about out OF the pages OF shilling
shockers
no not detective" answered
her father quietly but a dealer in
mysteries-Doctor Roversmire {"
"A drowning man will clutch at @
straw" observed Olive. after a pause
Il do moi believe much IN DIR. Rovers.
mire and his relations with the super.
natural world still. if could see him.
| would ask him to use his knowledge
for the benefit OF Adrian. Do you
know where he lives fatherP
AT Hampstead. | believe"
Then will write to him tonight
Mind you, | don't believe any good
will come OF it; still I'm so anxiou;
10 find Adrian that I'd consult even @
fortuue-teller.
She spoke in scoffing tone which
appear ed to wound her father and he
was about to demonstrate with hel
upon her levity when a servant entered
and gave her u card. Olive glanced
| carelessly at IL and then started in
surprise as she handed it to her father
for the name inscribed thereon wa.
that of DIR. Roversmire.
Your prophet of theosophy mus
! certainly have had an intuitive in.
stinct he was wanted" she Oh erved
idly.
lat all events he could not come a
better time replied Sir John. with
smile ASK DR.. Roversmire tc
come in.
The servant departed and Olive
and her father looked at one another
in silence. while from the garden
sounded the gay voice of Teddy Rudal
singing the last four lines of ballad.
Lift not thou the futures curtain,
Though the present be not gay;
Only present hours are certain,
Laugh and love and live to-day
There's a good deal OF philosophy
in that said Sir John sagely.