Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1901-07-18
You love IT."

IOu lOtc II:
"Yes"
''tAs much as do? AS much as
do?" His self-control was gone. She
made no answer; she could not under
stand.
SELF
With an effort he mastered him
Eyes. you love it," he said, aud
smile came on his face. I'm glad
you love. AS God lives, unless you'd
loved it. I'd never have spoken not a
word of this. But you're one of us.
You're Tristram. / don't know the {
real rights of it but I'll run no risks
of cheating Tristram. You love it.
aH?"
Yes, yes, Harry But why, dear
Harry, Why"
why? Because it's yours"
He let go her hand and reeled back
step.
Mine? What do you mean?" she
cried. Still the idea, the wild idea,
that he offered it with himself was in
her mind
Its yours, not mine. It's never
been mine. You're the owner of it.
You're Tristram of Blent."
Il Tristram of Blert?" She was
utterly bew!ldcred. For he was not
lover. No lover ever spoke like that.
"Yes, | say, yes" His voice rose
imperiously as he pronounced the
words that threw away his rule.
You're Lady TristranI of Blent."
She rose to her height and stood
facing him.
"And you? And you?"
"I?-Tm Harry"
Harry? Harry? Harry what?-
Ia ltn mi ot hoy ut
his eyes met hers he smiled.
Harry what: harry nothing" he
said. Harry nothing al ALL
He turned and left hex alone in the
room. She SAM: back into the great
armchair whore Addie Tristram had
been wont to sit s.
CHAPTER xiv.
The Very Same Day.
Shall | wait UP, my lord? Miss
Gainsborough has gone to her room.
I've turned out the lights and shut up
the house."
Harry looked at the clock in the
study. 1t was / o'clock.
Il thought you had gone to bed long
ago, Mason" He rose and stretched
himself I'm going to town early in
the morning. l shan't want any break.
fast. and l shan't take anybody with
me. Tell Fisher to pack my portman
teau-things for few days-and send
it to Paddington. I'll have it fetched
from there. Tell him to be ready to
follow me if send for him" 5a
Yes my lord
Give that letter to Miss Gainsbor
ough tomorrow morning" He handed
thick letter. Two others lay on the,
table. After a moments hesitationi
Harry put them in his pocket. ''Illl
post them myself" he said When
did Miss Gainsborough go to her
room?"
About an hour back, my lord"
Did she stay in the long gallery till
them"
yes, my lord
Il may be away a little while, Ma
son. hope Miss Gainsborough-and
Mr.. Gainsborough. too-will be stay
ing on some time. Make them COM
Portable
Not a sign of curiosity or surprise
escaped Mason. His Yes, my lord
voc inst tho Same as though Harry
had ordered an egg for breakfast. Sud-
den comings and goings had always
been the fashion of the house.
"All right. Good night, Mason"
Good night, my lord" Mason look
ed round for something to carry off
the force of habit--found nothing and
retired noiselessly.
Zone o'clock" sighed Harry "Ah,
I'm tired. ] won't go to bed, though;
couldn't Sleep" He moved restless
ly about the room. His flood of feel
ing had gone by: for the time the
power of thought, too, seemed to have
deserted him. He had told Cecily ev-
erything: he had told jamie enough:
he had yielded to an impulse to write
a line to Nina Zabriska-because she
had been so mixed up in it ALL The
documents that were to have proved
his claim made little heap of ashes
in the CRATE.
All this had been two hours hard
work. But, after all, two hours is
not long to spend in getting rid of an
old life and entering on a new. He
found himself rather surprised at the
simplicity of the process. What was
there left to do? He had only to go to
London and see his lawyer--an inter-
view easy enough for him. though
startling. no doubt, to the lawyer Ce-
city would be put into possession of
her own. There was nothing sensa-
tional. He would travel bit, per-
! haps, or Just stay in town. He had
money enough to live on quietly, or
to use in making more: for his moth
ei's savings We're Individually his left
10 him by will, in which he. the real
Harry, was so expressly designated by
his own full name even more than
that-as Henry Austen Fitzhubert.
Tristram, or otherwise Henry Austen
Fltzhubert, my son by the late Cap
tain Austen Fftzhubert''-that no
question OF his right could arise That
money would not go with the tide. He
threw himself on Il sofa, and in spite
OF his conviction that he could not
sleep, dozed OF almost directly.
ltwas ! when he awoke. He went
np to his room, had 4 bath, shaved.
and put on Z :wcea suit. Coming
down to the stitdy again, he opened
the shutters and looked out. 1t would
be light soon. and he could so away.
He was fretfully impatient of staying.
He drank some whisky and soda wa
ter and smoked a cigar as he walked
up and down. Yes. there were signs