Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1901-05-23

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man, with bowed frame and long, whit,
beard. His trembling hands held 6
staff.
"1'm stronger than look, when ]
have proper food" she heard the latter
say, land l could work, il you'd find il
for ne to do"
rell,
And just then another figure appeared
upon the scene. 1t was Beatrice, and In
her rich furs. she looked, indeed. fitting
mistress of the beautiful old place.
| Poor old man." she said, kindly.
What do you want?"
Work. miss, and home" he an
swered.
| Unfortunately. I can do nothing for
| you," She sadly replied. MY authority
| here is gone. or you should not be
| turned away"
The surly look left Tyrrell's face, and
| he shuti1ed a step toward her.
IF it would phase you. Miss Beatrice, l
don't mind giving him a room in the
| lodge. and odd chores, now and then, as
he's able. I'd like to do something to
| please you, miss"
Beatrice drew back. The mans man.
| ner had hidden eagerness she could
not understand.
You must consult your master, Tyr
rell, not me-" she answered, coldly, and
moved away.
But Tyrrell, turning to the old man,
babe him stay, and roughly ordered hin.
to the lodge.
That night on her dressing table. Miss
Lorrimer found note pinned.
Courage" it read. I am here, my
darling. BE brave, be patient, and,
above all things, cautious, lest you be-
tray us BOTH"
She did not quite understand its
meaning, but she understood enough to
know that it portended aid and COM
fort to Beatrice, for whose eye 1t was
intended. Before she slept she had i'll
closed it to her host.
Am doing rght?" she added to her
short explanation concerning it. II
cannot tell. But, as 1 occupy Miss
Markkam's old rooms, 1 thought it
might be the answer to some appeal
made by that poor. mad girl, and
deemed it my duty to be frank with
YOU
The fire of triumph blazed high in
Randolph Chester's eyes as he, next
morning, read these lines, and let his
hungry gaze gloat on their Enclosure.
So the fly had fluttered into his web
at last He, too, must be cautious
must be wary-that the web was strong
to hold. Bertram Talbot was at Grey
Oaks! Poor, awkward plotter, who had
already twice betrayed himself!
Impelled to movement by excitement,
he rose from his chair, and crossing the
room. looked idly from the window.
A light snow had fallen during the
night, and an old man was brushing II
away from the paths. He worked Well,
spite of his bowed frame and white
hairs.
Randolph started as his glance fell on
him. He watched him long and keenly,
with a curious glitter in his eyes. The',,
impatiently, he touched a bell near his
hand. To the servant who appeaed, he
said:
"Who is the old man? No one have
employed?"
"Tyrrell engaged him yesterday, SIR
was the response.
Send Tyrrell to me-
Five minutes later the lodge-keeper
shuffled into the room.
You have engaged new man, see,
Tylrell?" asked his master.
"Yes," he replied. Hes not good Tor
much; but Miss Beatrice spoke to him,
and seemed not to like my turning him
away"
miss Beatrice spoke to him, Ell? And
what's your new mans name?"
John Armstrong, sir"
sYou fool!" Numbered Chester
"Would you like me to tell you his
He laid his hand on his servants
shoulder, and, leaning forward, Kissed,
in low, trenchant whisper, two words
into his ear.
Tyrrell's face grew CHASTITY white.
"Now, listen to my orders concerning
him." continued Randolph, in his natur-
al tone.
But when, five minutes later, Tyrrel
went from the room though the mes
sage from his master had found MN
quite sober, the color had not returned
to his cheeks, and he staggered like
man drunk with wine.
Ito BE COntinuedO