Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1902-10-30
A x ave of
Con science
BY FRANCIS LYNDE.
Copyright 1900, by Francis Lynde.)
CHAPTER XXIV.

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over and the moon was shining fair
and full upon placid lake when the
family dinner party at DR.. Farm
hams adjourned to the veranda.
Griswold and the Raymers were the
only guests, and in the marshalling
of chairs Griswold was skillful
enough to cut Charlotte out of the
group and so secure her for himself.
At the dinner table the talk had
turned upon the pivotal point of the
strike, but that subject was coming
to be pretty well threshed out, and
on the veranda Charlotte spoke of
the wind blown incident of the after
noon and of the castaway on Oak
island
at was a terribly reckless thing
for you to do-to 90 out after him
in the Sprite," said Miss Farnham.
Now next to being exalted as a
demigod by the woman of his choice
a man loves best to have her believe
him fearless. So Griswo1d dismissed
the matter lightly.
What is man for?" he asked.
"But as for that, the danger isn't
worth mentioning"
you may think so, but Gertrude
and ! did not. We stood up here on
the veranda and watched you, going
and coming. Gertrude says | pinched
her black and blue grabbing her and
saying: 'Oh, she's gone!' when the
scud or a big wave would hide you"
Here was small admission which
no mere human sympathy could ac-
count for, and Griswold pinched him
self black and blue in the ecstasy of
it. 1t was coming, slowly, perhaps,
but surely, and the name of it was
love.
But think of it," he said, willing
to make that string vibrate some
more; think of how you and Miss
Gertrude would have shone in the
borrowed effulgence of me if l had
been capsized. The Morning Argus
would have had you out to identify
the remains, and"
"Oh, please hush!" she said, and
her hand was on his arm; where
upon he went obediently from the
grewsome to the matter-of-fact.
Really, there wasn't any danger
worth speaking of; and the fellow
was glad enough to be picked up, l
assure you"
"Who was hep" she asked.
"No one whom you know; a man
named Griffin-a summerer, fancy"
81 do know him." she asserted.
And then: 'I don't like him"
Griswold was both puzzled and
curious.
May I ask how and why?-how
you came to meet him and why you
don't like him."
She was silent while one might
count a score, and when she spoke
her reioinder was a half reluctant
question.
Il wonder if might dare to tell
you about it?"
II have been hoping that the time
would come when you would dare to
tell me anything"
She passed over the implication
and went on, following out her own
thought.
at is rather dreadful, and ]
haven't told anyone about my part
in it; that is, not anyone but this
Mr.. Griffin, and he had IA right to
ask" she said; and from this as n
beginning she told him the story OF
the bank robbery in New Orleans
and of her part in the apprehension
of the robber.
Griswold's lips were dry and there
was an invisible hand clutching al
his throat when she came to the
end, but lie made no sign.
"Thcy arrested him in St. Louis
you say?"
Yes; bot he escaped again"
lie moiatencd his lips to say: 81
didn't hear Of that mean | didn't
read .: it in the papers,"
Nor did l." she admitted. "This
MIR Griffin told me-"
"Ihcu hr is u-a-"
"A detective; yes. II seems that
he came 90 the conclusion that a
woman had written the letter - Mr.
Galbruith. He took the Belle mlic's
passenger list and sought out every
ono of the women ON it tiU he came
here and found me. was sorry
but had o. ten him what / knew"
"of course. Eut why should you
be sorry ="