The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1901-05-25

tracted by W men standing directly
beneath her. One was Tyrrell, the man
who kept the lodge, and n a old
man, with bowed. frame and long, white
beard. His trembling hands held a
staff.
I'm stronger than II look, when I
have proper food" she heard the latter
say, IAN I could work, If you'd find il,
for NE to do"
i've nothing for ye," answered Tyr
rell. ~
And just then another figure appeared
upon the scene It 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 a home" he an
swered. Ia
Unfortunately, I can do nothing fol
you," she sadly replied. my authority
here is gone, or you should not be
turned away"
The .surly look left Tyrrells face, and
he shuf1ed 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, alb
he's able. I'd like to do something to
please you, miss"
Beatrice drew back. The mans man
not understand.
You must consult your master, Tyr
rell, not me-" she answered, coldly, and
moved away.
But Tyrrell, turning to h old man,
1 Io do h}po stow or1 ro,Yoh1v nraora6 hin,
to the lodge.
That night IN her dressing table, Miss
Lorrimer found a note pinned. .e
Courage" it read. I am here, my
darling. Be brave, be patient, and,
tray us BOTH"
She did not quite understand Its
meaning, but she understood enough to
know that it p%ortended aid and COM
fort to Beatrice, for h eye it was.
closed it to her host.
"Am I doing right?' h added to- her
short explanation concerning it. II
cannot tell. But, as I occupy Miss
MarkEam's old rooms, I thought 1t
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 inciosure:
So the fly had futtered Int his. web
at last. He, too, must be cautious
must b. wary-that the web was strong
to hold. Bertram Talbot was: at Grey
Oaks! Poor, awkward plotter, who hao.
already twice betrayed himself!
Impelled to movement by excitement.
he rose from his chair. and crossing thf
room, looked idly frcm h window.
A light snow had fallen during the
night, and an old man was brushing 1t
away from the paths. He worked well,
spite of his bowed frame and white
hairs.
Randolph started as his glance FELTON,.
him. He watched him long and keenly.
with a curious glitter in his eyes. Then,
impatiently, he touched a bell near his
hand. To the servant who appeaed, he
said:
"Who is the old man? No,one I have
employed?"
"Tyrrell engaged him yesterday, sir"
was the response.
Send Tyrrell to me-" 7&@5 st
Five minutes later the lodge-keeper
shufied into the room.
"You have engaged a new man, I see''
Tyrrell?" 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"
s.Miss Beatrice spoke to him, Ell? And
what's your new mans name?"
sJohn Armstrong, sir"
ssYou fool!" t%hundered Chester.
"would you like me to tell you his
name?"<
He laid his hand on his servants
shoulder, and, leaning forward, hissed'
in a 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. sa,
But when, five minutes later, TyrreN
went from the room, though the mes
sage from his master had found him
quite sober. the color had not returned
to his cheeks, and he staggered IKE q
man drunk with wine. -t., M
ITO BE Continually
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