The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1902-07-11
CHAPTER vII.-(Continued.)

Ply. 1Ou put uO HdHle " your uOlc,
SO I never knew till now to whom I
was Indebted"
1T was a very trifing service. When
i read the advertisement it flashed
upon my mind you answered the de-
scription Of the missing girl"
Eyes, ] was the girl mentioned. 1t
is nearly three months ago, and / have
heard nothing. Sometimes l feel al
most safe; then something depresses
me, and l go through all my terrors
again."
"You mustn't" he said gently; 'you
will make yourself i'll II you fret over
contingencies. Believe me, Easthill-
onJSea is as safe a hiding place as you
can find. 1t is hardly known beyond
Its " immediate ne~ighborhood."
The tea room was deserted-Harold
established Beryl in a remote corner,
and fetched refreshments for her from
the buffet. The grey eyes sought his
face half pleadingly:
Il ought not to trouble you," she
said wistfully; but I should like to
tell you just this: I have not done
anything dreadful mean, l am not
flying from Justice"
Harold laughed outright; he really
could not help 1t.
Forgive me-" he said p~enitently:
but no M could possibly think you
were. You do not look like an es-
capped criminal, Miss Tendon"
my father has married again." she
said frankly, land l could not stay to
see his wife in my mothers place, so
I ran away. l don't think it was
wrong"
But he must miss you very much"
"Oh, no." she said naively, "he
cared for me. He always said l wal
. nuisance to him, and he would want
me less than ever now he has his new
wife"
Il hope you are fairly comfortable?"
No said ~anxiously. II have never met
Mrs. Tanner: but I own to a great dis
like Of her friend. Mrs. Wilmot."
Mrs. Wilmot is terrible: but Mrs.
Tanner is not In the least like her. She
It's very sad and gentle"
And you mea to stay with herr"
"Yes; II only the school gets on
enough for her to afford to keep me-"
Miss Lendon," said Harold, when
she rose to return to her post, II need
not tell you your secret is safe with
but 9 are very young to be SO
much alone In the world. Will you
make me just this one promise? That
II troubles arise SO that you need a
friend, you will let me do my best to
help you"
She was his enemy's daughter. Beryl
1elt II he knew she was the child Of
the pair who had wronged him he
would have no more to do with her:
but she only said simply she should
never forget Mr.. Dynevor's kindness.
It was q brilliant function, and an
unqualified success. When at last the
stalls were empty, and the flock of
pleasure-seekers had gone home, Mrs.
Craven carried OF the busy money!
makers to an informal supper at the
Manor. Mrs. Dynevor and her son
Joined the party, and Beryl found her.
self seated between Kitty and her
brother.
Twill you come and see me, Miss
Iendon?" asked the daughter Of the
Dynevors kindly. Mother will be very
pleased to welcome you. 1 suppose, in
strict etiquette l ought to call at
Woodlands; but l might come in school
hours. or make some other dreadful
mistake, so 1t will be much nicer II
you come to Uplands."
Beryl thanked her; but said some
thing about her duties and Mrs. Tan
ner.
"Oh, she must spare you sometimes.
! seem to know you quite well after
all these hours spent together, and we
can't go back to being strangers"
Mrs. Grey, her husband, and Beryl
drove home in the shabby pony car
rage; Mrs. Dynevor and her children
walked the half-mile between the
Manor and Uplands in the silvery
moonlight.
1T was a huge success" said Kitty.
II really quite enjoyed myself, and we
made . lot OF money"
"And you worked like Trojans," said
her brother; Everything went on ia
mously."
Mother DEAR" said Kitty anxious
~, ARE you tired?"
mot very. You mustn't think me
dull. Kitty; but somehow l never can
enjoy myself at the Manor. I seem
to see the good old days, when your
uncle and aunt were alive and we
visited there. Kind and hospitable as
the Cravens are, it is not the same
thing"
"Of course not, mother" said Har-
old; "but they are far ~pleasanter neigh
bors than the real owner OF the soil"
II hope he will not come here"
breathed Mrs. Dynevor %anxiously.
Harold, you must have been eight or
nine when your Aunt Nina left the
Manor; do you remember her at all?"
only that she was very pretty and
gentle, and seemed more like q play
fellow than an aunt; but why do you
ask. mother?"