The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1902-06-13

! nave 10 Cnank you LOT q SFedt
Kindness, Mr.. Dynevor," she said, sim
ply. "You put no name to your note
10 never knew till now to whom
was indebted"
1T was very triling 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 I go through all my terrors
again"
''You mustn't" he said gently; "you
will make yourself i'll if you fret over
contingencies. Believe me, Easthill-
on-Sea is as safe hiding place as you
can find. 1t is hardly known beyond
Its own immediate neighborhood"
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:
II ought not to trouble you," she
said wistfully; "but should like to
tell you just this: have not done
anything dreadful mean, 1 am not
dying from justice"
Harold laughed outright; he really
could not help it.
Forgive me-" he said penitently:
"but no one could possibly think you
were. You. do not look like an es-
capped criminal, Miss Lendon."
"My father has married again." she
said frankly, "and I could not stay to
see his wife in my mothers place, so
I ran away. 1 don't think it was
wrong"
But he must miss you very much. ;"
ooh, no." she said naively, che never
cared for me. He always said 1 was
4 nuisance to him, and he would want
me- less than ever now he has his new
WIFE,"
Il hope you are fairly comfortable"
he said anxiously. Il have never met
Mrs. Tanner; but 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
Is very sad and gentle"
"And you mean to stay with herr"
eyes; if 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, 81 need
not tell you your secret Is safe with
me; but you 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
J help YOU"
She was his enemy's daughter. Beryl
"felt If 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.
ut was 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 off 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.
will you come and see me, Miss
Lendon?" asked the daughter of the
DyneVors kindly. Mother will be very
pleased to welcome you. I suppose, in
strict etiquette I ought to call at
Woodlands; but might come in school
hours, or make some other dreadful
mistake, so it will be much nicer if
you come to Uplands."
Beryl thanked her; but said some
thing about her duties and Mrs. Tan
ner.
"oh, she must spare you som etimes.
seem to know you quite we'll 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
:rtage; Mrs. Dynevor and her children
walked the half-mile between the
Manor and Uplands in the silvery
moonlight.
ut was huge success" said Kitty
I really quite enjoyed myself, and we
made lot Of money"
"And you worked like Trojans," said
her brother; everything went of ia.
mously.'
Mother DEAR" said Kitty anxious
1y, care you tired?"
mot very. You mustn't think M
dull. Kitty; but somehow I never car
enjoy myself at the Manor. I seen
TO see the good old days, when you
uncle and aunt were alive and W.
visited there. Kind and hospitable a
the Cravens are, it is not the sam
thing"
."H course not, mother" said Har
f cid; but they are far pleasanter neigh
6ors than the real owner Of the soil.
7 hope he will not come here,
breathed Mrs. Dynevor anxiously
Harold, you must have been eight o
nine when your Aunt Nina left til
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