The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1900-12-13

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s CHAPTER (Continued.)
He looked at the girl. She wore a
plain gown Of some cheap grey stuff,
simply made, and narrow white col
lar; but the gown nearly touched the
door, and Enderby was .astonished at
the change the different garb wrought
In her. She now looked a girl of sew
enteen. Her figure was very slender,
but the grey gown showed soft, wo-
manly curves.
Then he glanced into her face. "A
slight color was in the cheeks. her
eyes were soft and dreamy. There was
something In the whole fac, wonder
fully gentle and sweet, yet the mouth
spoke OF firmness and steady purpose.
Enderby was the first to speak.
II hope your ankle is better now,
Hiss Lloyd?"
"Oh, thank you, yes! It Is nearly
well again." she answered quickly. II
dosnot think 1t could have been a
sprain after all. l bathed 1t v 18th a
lotion, and 1t is only stiff now. You
Gee, understand little about DOCTOR
ing people," she added, with slight
smile.
II am very glad" he answered. "And
your father-how is he?"
The girls face quivered little.
He Is a little better than he was
that night, or he would not be here
now. But he is still very ILL.,"
And the doctor you wished-Doctor
Lyndon. Have you found him?" En-
derby asked.
His voice was hardly under his con-
troll, as he put the question.
She hesitated moment: then an
swered:
Eyes; I have found him. He has
been to see my father, and says he
thinks there Is no immediate danger"
Perhaps he knows your fathers
constitution well? I suppose that is
the reason why you were so averse to
having stranger" said Enderby. "By
the by, know a Doctor Lyndon, and
wonder If he is the same man. A Doc
tor Dundas Lyndon-a slender man,
with brown hair, good complexion,
grey eyes, and wearing beard"
Yes, that is he," said the girl, with
reluctance in her words. "Then you
know him, Mr.. -
Enderby started, then smiled.
''Why, believe I have never told
you my name! How stupid of me! It
Is Paul Enderby. am barrister by
profession, and met Doctor Lyndon
only the other day. Do you know him
well, then? He is an intimate friend?"
"Of my father, he seems to be-" the
girl answered slowly. "But have not
known him for very long. You see.
we have been abroad She drew
herself up sharply, then looked at En-
derby with sudden fall in her eyes.
"Oh, you must forget that. Mr.. Ender-
by! Will you? have no right to
talk about my fathers affairs"
Don't be afraid. A lawyer learns to
keep his own counsel, Miss Lloyd"
said Enderby.
But sudden chill had fallen upon
him as the girl spoke. He stood for a
moment silent, then looked up and
spoke.
Miss Lloyd, will you answer me
one question? Your name is Welsh
one; is 1t possible you are of Welsh
descent?"
II think my mother was Welsh;
but am not sure about my father"
said the girl. "You see I was away
7 from my parents for long time, Mr..
Enderby. When I was quite little
girl. an aunt-a sister of my fathers
took me to stay with her. My father
was very poor then, so poor that he
had to teach in private house; he
was tutor. think. Did you speak,
Mr.. Enderby? I thought you did. Then
I'joined my father later on, when
But must not say any more"
She looked into Enderby's face with
sweet, childlike, trusting eyes. Ender-
by felt himself a traitor, though he had
done no harm to either the girl or her
father.
This was the man, then! His vague
suspicious had been correct. How
strangely. how wonderfully Fate-or
rather Providence-had thrown these
people in his way--the very man whom
whom he was to prove guilty of a base
and terrible crime!
And Dundas Lyndon? Somehow. the
thought Of this man made Enderby's
heart grow vaguely president of evil,
What part did he play in the arena of
human sin and suffering that he
should be trusted both by Sir Henry
Lennox, and by the man whose crime
1t had been Sir Henry's part to prove?
Suddenly the girl said:
will you allow me to go up and tell
my father you are here, Mr.. Enderby?
I told him how you had helped me,
and think he will see you.'
II should like very much to see Mr..
Lloyd" said Paul earnestly.
And the girl left the room.
She returned in a short time.
"My father says he would like to see
you, Mr.. Enderby. Will you come this
way2'
He followed her across the dingy
corridor, until she paused before a
door and opened it. He found himself
in room much more comfortably fur
nished than the other. A bed stood in
the center. with white coverlet laid
neatly over it; the room was as tidy
and clean as it could be.
Beside a small fire-the sun was
aiming brightly outside-s COM