Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1897-09-03
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mantha."
''Teach her something. Learning un-
locks a woman's tongue"
So Anne was instructed in more
housewifely mysteries, and grew nor
communicative. But Cedric received
all details Of her past with scornful In
credulity. Papa" was n barrister.
Anne herself had been born in the So
cred precincts Of the Temple. Their
crest figured as n dove. "Fancy ones
parlor maid having a crest" he cjacu-
lated. For a briefiess barrister lie had
done singularly we'll, marrying a niece
of the celebrated Countess of Melligan.
Many a torrid afternoon was whiled
away with descriptions of the Irish
castle where the wedding took place,
the beauty Of the bride, the eccentrici-
ties of the noble aunt. Cedric scoffed,
still crying for more
One languorous September day, en-
sconced in the veranda's shadiest nook,
we gazed on the Brush hills and sighed
vainly for n breeze. Cedric broke the
stiffness. what about Anne? No
news Of late?"
"She has a sister who lives in France
and is possessed of Independent
MEANS"
"A look of reproach shot from his
dark-blue eye. "You told me that last
week." he murmured.
"And did not tell you that she goes
by the name of Lady Emily Brown"
"Brown! Why, she married q French
man,"
"True."
Why, lady? What title has he?"
"None. particularly asked Anne"
"Absurd! He could not be Brown or
she lady unless, indeed, the title is in
her own right. In that cas- your pearl
OF a handmaiden is an 'honorablev The
Honorable Anne brings out the tray"
he added, as she approached our cor
ner. NO, it's all false, you may de-
pend upon it. Ask Mcpherson what he
thinks of it; he is coming up the drive"
Fergus INSTRUMENTATION persona
~fied-opined that Anne had lied. He
put 1t plainly: "Deceitful in speech, de-
ceitful in deed. Better watch her, Mrs.
.A%llandale."
My suspicious were not excited. In
California nothing is impossible. Had
not a scion of n lordly house died on a
ne%ighboring %ranch-a lonely, neglected
sheep herder? No. 1t was the uneasy
air and restless look increasing dry by
day. l heartily wished for some pre-
text whereby Cedric, dispatched into
La Huerta, might inquire into the ante
cedcnts of the Honorable Anne.
Chance favored me.
"McPherson has been telling me-" be-
gan my spouse, a few days later, about
some ~blOodhounds in town that belong
to the sheriff. They are Al at tracking
criminals-borrow them all over the
State. Beastly shame it's such a Jour-
ney-it would be rather jolly to see
them.''
why not so? A change would do
you good"
go! And who would milk the cow?"
81, myself"
"YOu? Nonsense"
"Who is the sheriff." I idly asked.
meditating my next move the while.
"Waite-Hiram Waite"
Our Honorable" who had entered,
bearing that ranch standby, a smok-
ing bowl of "musll." started, growing
visibly pale-fresh food for uneasiness.
Clearly to learn the art of milking was
imperative. The woman Won. as usu-
nj. and Cedric. before the week was
over. started for La Hucrta. with strict
i%niunctions to interview both hospital
superintendent and sheriff.
In charge of the ranch were myself.
Billikins, and the Honorable Anne. Tn
eventually passed the first few days;
but on Monday. from the veianda. I
espicd a band of men. who, leaving the
county road. came slowly up the drive.
Anne, perceiving them. grew white to
the lips. and, bearing Billikins, prccipi-
lately fed.
"Good evening"" the leader began. as
he lifted his sombrero. Wore kinder
rough sight for IL lady. You see. we're
n posse ove from Tulare, trying to
find IL nan named Smith. His tracks.
they seemed to pint this way. Amt
seen any stranger round here latcly:'
"No. indeed"
"No woodchopper nor nothingy"
NO, none. What has this man done?
What does he look lile?'
Real nice and young and kind. Not
more'n a boy. Murdered a man over
there. Here's his description" and he
handed me q coarsely printed .re-
ward" We'll. boys. get a move on.
| We're OH our way to la Huerta," he
added, ito borrow Waite's dogs. Well.
! good day. ma'am. Better not harbor
any strangers"
\ moment more, and. left alone. I
| thought over the situation. Cedric
| gone. no %neighbor near, Il murderer at
large whose steps ''p'inted this way"
Suddenly it was borne in upon me that
| Anne was the fugitive!
A firm believer in woman's intui-
| tions. yet hoping desperately that mine
was Mt fault, l unfolded the paper the
sheriff gave me 1t tailed well. Mo-
roseness. agitation. all We're explained.
Did Anne guess that her identity was
/ known. nv Iifn I fnornI would INV