Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1901-05-16

| tfaCteQ Dy Two liCLi dhA
beneath her. One was Tyrrell, the mar
who kept the lodge, and n an oiu
man, with bowed frame and long, white
beard. His trembling hands held a
staff.
I'm stronger thai / look, when 1
have proper food" she heard the latter
say, and / could work, If you'd nnd IL
for NE TO do"
rive nothing for ye," answered Tyr
rell,
And Just then another figure appeared
upon the scene. 1t was Beatrice, IN
her rich furs, she looked, indeed, hitting
mistress of the beautiful old place.
Poor old man. she said, kindly.
What do you want?'
Work, miss, and a home" he an
swered.
UNFORTUNATELY, l 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, M
he shufied a step toward her.
If it would phase you, Miss Beatrice,
don't mind giving him a room in the
lodge. and odd chores, now and then. as
he's able. I'd like 10 do something to
please you, miss"
Beatrice drew back. The mans man.
ner had a hidden eagerness she could
not understand.
You must consult your master, Tyr
rell, not me-" h answered, coldly, ana
moved away.
But TyrreIl, turning to the old man,
bade him stay, and roughly ordered him.
to the lodge.
That night on her dressing table, Miss
Lorrfmer found a note pinned.
Courage" it read. L 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 it was
intended. Before she slept she had in
closed it to her host.
Am I doing right" she added to her
short explanation concerning 1t. i
cannot tell. But, as l occupy Miss
Marktam's old rooms, / 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 fiuttered 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 p%lotter, who had
already twice betrayed himself!
ImpeIled 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 1t
away from the paths. He worked Well,
spite of his bowed frame n white
hairs.
Randolph started as his glance fell on
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 n have
employed?"
"Tyrrell engaged him Yesterday, SIR"
was the response.
Send Tyrrell to me-"
Five minutes later the lodge-keeper
shuffied into the room.
You have engaged a new a l see,
Tyrrell?" asked his master.
Yes" he replied. He's not good for
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 nance
John Armstrong. sir"
"You fool" Numbered Chester.
would you like me to tell you his
name?"
He laid his hand on his servants
shoulder, and, leaning forward, Kissed,
in a low, trenchant whisper, two words
into his ear
TyrrelI's face grew CHASTITY white.
Now, listen to my orders concerning
him" continued Randolph, in his natur-
al tone.
But when, five minutes later, Tyrrell
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 like a
man drunk with wine.
Cro he Continued)