Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1898-12-22

calltles, etc., in that city. SO that was
where the police were now working.
Meanwhile Bridget, Mike and the silent
PAIR brought back from the borderland
of Missouri were languishing behind the
bars. Further proof was needed.
But nothing yet had been seen or
heard of Boston. If they could find
him, Mr.. Cook said, they stood big
chance OF learning who the others were.
They We're doubtless wanted in more
places than one, and goodly reward
might possibly be paid. Mrs. Barry did
not show this part of the letter to
Nathalie, nor did she read it. The girl
shrank at any mention of the fellow,
and yet had assured her friend that she
had no idea whatever whittier he had
fed or where he was now in hiding,
and that was enough for Mrs. Barry.
But there was part Of the long, long
letter Mrs. Barry did read, and her gen
tie eyes more than once glanced up from
the page and sought the flushing face
beside her:
Mr.. Maynard improves rapidly now
and picks up every day. The doctors
say his eyesight will be restored all
right and that he will soon be quito
we'll again, but he was badly and pain
fully burned for all that and has suf-
fered as keenly as he has uncomplain-
ingly. Miss Maynard is still on guard
over him, and some people are incon-
siderate enough to say that they think
that the way she watches every word
and motion of his callers and strives to
forestall his replies is getting decidedly
tlresome. They wish they didn't have
to see Mr.. Maynard through his sister.
Colonel Atherton has been called to de-
partment headquarters for consultation
and will doubtless go thence to Chicago
to join Mrs. Atherton, SO you will prob
ably see him before you go south. Ma
Jor Stannard is in command meanwhile,
and as we are now under the same roo
we see more of the Maynards than any
body else, and Luce Cher major) says he
believes Maynard would be all right i'll
few days if that old maid sister of
his would only clear out and go home
but Luce always has something hateful
to say of old maids.
"She is always down stairs when the
orderly comes with the letters She al
ways reads over the address of those for
her brother, and only through her do
his letters reach him. Luce snorts an.
grily and says things more than 1 like
to tell you. He thinks she would even
assume control of her brothers. CORE
spondence, and that she doesn t at an
like it now that he is permitted to read
his own letters. This morning Mr..
Maynard said to me, The doctor tells
me that tomorrow i may use my hand
little, and the first thing do will be
to write Mrs. Barry to thank her and
Miss Baird for the lovely letters they
wrote me, whereupon Miss Maynard
instantly spoke up, Why, Ronald, I'd
be only too glad to write for you any
time. but he as promptly said these
were matters that he preferred not to
delegate, and could easily see that she
was much nettled. So yen will be get
ting letters in day or two.
And they did. Mrs. Barry's was
short, painfully written three page
missive, but it delighted her greatly,
and she wished to read it at once to
Nathalie, but the girl had vanished.
Gone to read her own letter in her
own ROOM, /" said Mrs. Barry, with
smile that spoke volumes of hope and
sympathy and interest, and she would
allow no disturbance of the supposed
maiden meditation for full two hours.
Then as Nathalie returned not Mrs.
Barry became anxious and tapped at the
communicating door.
They We're to start for the south that
very night. The trunks had been pack
ed and many preparations made in the
morning, but much remained to be done,
yet there sat Nathalie at her open win
dow, gazing afar out over the dancing,
sparkling waters of the lake, her eyes
trimming with tears.
Mayn't know what he had to say
to my Nathalie?" asked Mrs. Barry, her
tones full of fond interest, her fragile
white hand placed caressingly on the
bonny head.
For answer the girl took the hand in
both her own and buried her face upon
it. 1t was some little time before she
could trust herself to speak, but first
she made her friend take an easy chair
while she herself once more knelt in the
old contiding way, buried her head in
Mrs. Barry's lap al.l then placed in
her hand the little letter with the we'll
known Cheyenne postmark.
Am to read it, Nathalie?' was the
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