Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1896-06-25
CHAPTER XIX.-tCoNr1xuEp.I

Governor Fulton prepared to return
home, and he insisted on taking Helen
with him. The Rock now was no placefor
a giddy thing like her, he said. On the
day Of her departure Helen met Guy
st. Cyril in one of the empty parlors.
She went up to him and held out her
hand.
"Mr st. Cyril" she said, II am going
to start for home today. Let uS shake
hands and part good friends"
He took her hand in his, and looked
into her face little reproachfully
"Do you think 1 have been very
naughty with you, Mr.. st. Cyril?" she
asked, demurely.
Eyes, I do. You have treated me
shamefully, when have loved you so"
Indeed. Well, wasn't aware l had
been so wicked! Will you ever forgive
me?"
"Do you wish me to-"
81 don't much care-if you do?"
"And If do not?"
Guy, shall be sorry"
She bowed her head little, her sort
curls swept his hand. He flung his arm
around her.
Helen, one thing tell me. Do you
love me?"
LET me go! 1 won't tell YOU"
"You shall not go until you do tell
me! And here is your honored father
to witness your assertion"
The governor looked on in a puzzled
perplexity.
What? how? What is the meaning
Of this! l don't understand"
"You don't see it, do you, papa?
said Helen, saucily.
II really don't think do" said the
governor, slowly. "Ill be obliged If
somebody will explain"
II love your daughter, sir" said st.
Cyril, manfully; "but cannot win a
like confession from her. Still, take
the liberty Of thinking am not indif-
ferent to her"
"Box his ears, papa. He is an i'm
pertinent puppy"
Helen, you must tell me! Do you
love me? Yes or no?"
Eyes and no both. love you till you
let me go, and then l don't"
"Then 1 will never let you go"
ut strikes me your arms will ache
in about a week from now.
"Helen, answer me"
"Well, what if do love your"
He strained her closer, and put down
his face to hers.
Papa, run out quick" cried the in
corrigible girl. This fellow Is pucker-
ing up his mouth to kiss me! And l
wouldn't have you see him for the
worldw
The governor puttheir hands together
"She loves you, my boy" he said,
kindly, "and l give her to you; but I
warn you in the beginning, she's hard
to manage. You'll lead an awful life
of it"
"Ill take the responsibility, and
reckon myself the most fortunate" re-
piled st. Cyril.
"And now you'll come home with us
won't you, and see sister Letitia?"
said Helen. 81 want her to look you
over and see if you'll do. She's great
Judge Of men. So much so that she's
never found one to suit her. You'll
come, won't you, dear Guy?"
The last words were spoken so low
that no one heard them save st. Cyril,
but with them she could have coaxed
him to the ends Of the earth.
YES" said the governor, you must
go with us, and your sister, Also 1
must look upon you now as one of the
family"
So when Governor Fulton and his
daughter departed, they took away
with them the st. Cyrils, and a quiet
that was absolutely horrible settled
down over the household at the Rock.
Lynde Graham was the only visitor,
and he did not come very often, for he
feared that his presence might make 1t
harder for Ralph Trenholme to bear
his terrible affection.
But he and Agnes met very often out
on the cliffs that overhung the sea, and |
sat there through the long sweet sum-
mer twiligats, hand in hand, forgetful
Of everything save the perfect peace
and content in their own hearts.
Lynde had been two months out Of
prison before he said anything to Agnes
Of what lay so near his heart. They
were sitting one evening on the beach,
the tide creep up the glitter
Ing sand. He turned suddenly toward
1er.
Agnes, DEAR" he said, you have
not misunderstood me during all these