Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1897-09-03

The souno ceased. and still I watched
the nursery door. At last, when my;
brain would have turned with more, 4
heard a sound which, faint at first,
grew louder and louder.
"Oh, heaven" I cried. "the blood
hounds" and fell senselcss to the
ground.
Slowly returned to consciousness, my.
gaze fell on Cedric, the In Huerta sher.
III. and Anne-Anne anxiously apply
ing r~estoratives!
Take him away" I gaspeS; "he will
murder u.s."
"You are ravingw cried Cedric; "that
is Anne"
mo; Smith, the murderer. The blood
hounds tracked him to the very door,"
Here Hiram Waite thought At to in,
terpose.
"Guess I can straighten out this kink,
Mrs. Allandale. You did hear the
hounds; they're up at the barn nov.
Your husband, he heard at La Huerta
we was beatin' up this part of the coun-
try, so he lit out for home, thinkin'
you'd be scared. We caught our man
hidin' by the 'Dobe hill, and the Tulare
boys took him back to town. Your hus-
band and me was tired, so we made
tracks for here. Sorry bout the dogs.
Might ha' known they'd scare you"
Anne next day gave warning. "If you
please. ma'am, you and Mr.. Allandale
have been very kind, and I love Mr..
Billikins like my own, but I can't stay
where I've been so misjudged."
"More candor on your part would
have prevented your being misjudged."
She blushed. II often wanted to tell
you, ma'am-what 1 first said wasn't
true. 1 came from England when I
was a baby. 1 haven't any brother, and
l Y went to La Huerta."
"Ahw
'The kinder you was, ma'am, the
meaner 1 felt, and I was afraid Mr..
Allandale would go to the hospital,
and, worst Of all, my heart stood still
when he spoke of MI. Waite. For he
and my stepfather are cousins, and I
was afraid he would guess who I was"
"Your stepfather|
eyes, ma'am: mother married jim
Waite the second time, and it was him
that came with the posse and frighten-
cd me. He was such a bad, cruel man
that I couldn't stand 1t, so 1 ran away"
"How did You happen to reach Va
quero Water?"
with some friends in one of those
big wagons they call prairie schoon-
ers.' Tulare folks go to the coast every
year, but they don't go there straight;
it's too much change. They always
stop Mt the Iron springs to cool of
first"
To cool off ut 80 in the shade!
$50 we came to the spring. I heard
about you and thought I'd try for the
place."
but how much better to have told
me the truth"
II knew Mr.. .Allandalc was English,
ma'am. and they are that particular I
was afraid he'd send me home"
Surely the story of Lady Emily
Brown was unnecessary"
.Anne's eyes flashed. Its every
saw her: She was by fathers first mar
riage. but it's true. Why. they lived
in Il beautiful house in st. Johns Wood.
ard the night before they went to Par
is the Prince of Wales dined with
Them
"And do you believe it, my dear?"
asked Cedric, on hearing the last YER
sion.
''Shc believes iii the family tradi-
lions. but she will care less about such
nonsense when she is Mrs. Hiram
| Waite"
Why. she met the man only last
night"
Something will come of it, trust a
woman's intuition"
Thanks. no." he retorte1, with a
cheerful grin. NO telling into what
mares nest l might be led. Never mind.
darling. you did your best. We can't
all be born detectives"
Cedric to the contrary. my prophecy
came to pass. and our honorable Anne
was transformed into Mrs. Hiram
| Waite. At last accounts she was we'll
and happy. supplying the boarlers ut
Waite's Hotel with meals at .four-bits
Il head" While we OH the ranch are
still wondering whether the Countess
of Michigan and the Lady Emily
Brown are myths.-San Francisco An
| gonaut.
The Meteorological.
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