The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1896-12-12
sTndeed, I didn't"
I might have added, that, next to

eeing Kate, his was the most welcome
ace could have seen.
"Come, Bob," he said, taking me
ov the arm in the old familiar way OF
our college days, 81 have much to say
to you" :.
He took me to the room-the IL
had my last interview
with Kate. How often ! had since
recalled it.
eve are old chums, Bob, he said,
sand am going to speak to you
frankly. I am far from q splrituaiiss,
hypnotist, or anything of that kind
but there must be community OF
spirit between us, for find that,
though SO far separated from each |
other, we have been on the same
track"
"The same track" I repeated,
rcely knowing what to make OF
this strange preliminary.
"Yes, on the same track. First.
answer me one QUESTIONABLE you stu
enamored with Miriam Mowbray 2"
was staggered by the question.
How should he know that had been
enamored WITH Miriam Mowbray? He
was searching me with his eyes as he
spoke. Apparently satisfied with the
scrutiny, he put into my hands a letter
to him, dated three months paoK'
from his sister Kate.
can scarcely tell you the astonlsn-
ment with wh,ch read it. I was the
beginning of it; was the end OF it.
It set forth the confessions ! had
made to her of my love for Miriam
Mowbray; it magnifed a thousandfold
the little service had done for Guy
in the past and it ended by an ap'
peal to him to give me fair field IN
irving to win Miss Mowbray's hand.
Was there ever such letter penned
from sister to brothers
81 cannot understand it. l am al
together mystifed," Ianswered.
"Just so. Let me throw little
| light on the situation. You did not
know. because it was secret, but be-
fore I left England for South Africa
before, in fact, the illness through
which you helped to nurse mel was the
fortunate lover of Miriam Mowbray
fortunate in one sense, but unfortun'
! ate in another, since Mr.. Mowbray
would not at that time acknowledge
me- because had not made position
for myself. Now do you see why Kate
' wrote to mey
ell understand" I stanmered.
"My answer to the letter was
"Oh, you needn't say, Guy. sec
/. it ALL" clasping him by the hand
o "Your answer to that letter was LIE
3 nv old chum go in and win, but
have lost, and you 2"
), "Can say that have won, old Tel
s low?"
!. eyes, Guy; yes; ! am not afraid Q
hearing the truth. My illusion ]
a quite gone. !. / can only wish You VIVA
e your noble sister wished me-goo
q luck in your wooing. By the bye
q would you mind handing me that q
" bum at you elbow"
:. Guy handed it to me in some SUI
Il. prise at my sudden request.
: "Thanks, said. "Pardon me OF
ut moment.
n. / quickly turned over the pag
no again. 1 need not have done 80 @
oe cept to further convince myself that
ed was an ass.
,ir I saw at once the portrait in viii
il. Miriam Mowbray was absorbed on tn
ed night when I was deceived into :
,sa lieying that she loved me. had p
the pencil mark on the page at viii
no the album was open, but l had Il
,er entirely out of the question the pc
,at trait on the opposite side, which v
he the portrait of Guy Brand.
AS old chums we had been placed
"a. the album facing each other. II
elf had, of course, seen my mistake.
~. rather than wound my feelings or
er ? yanity-which was it?-had not him
NV a suspicion of the truth.
Love in more senses than one
hen blind. :,
hat The same day discovered T
)ne Kate was returning home. lrgail
Re. permission to be her escort.
an. How gladly / winged my way
Durham. / found her scsrsely
rare Kate ! had last seen her. She was p
ate more subdued, but still the Kat
m a knew so well.
vas There was less of the old brightr
re. of outlook, perhaps. but she came
or a ward to greet me withthat smile wi
before and since has been to me
had life beacon.
had said to her IN awkwaru lnsuiol
Of that had been framing itself int
,tv speech on the way down. The ans
thv. which received this time was
the different from that which l rece
hree to my other petition.
When her head was resting on
i'm. breast she asked me coyly throug
ack- mist of happy-tears:
mv |nWould you like to see that
that slip OF paper from your notch
ainst Bob?"
did sNo, DEAR" said with smile
hose think know by this time the
are YOU wrote on that paper. Besid
miss am above the feminine instinct
land. Of
NV Curiosity" 7 was about to
owly but she cut me short with kl
ound Uasselps Magazine.
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