Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-09-28

on its way" lie was speaking French,
and she followed him easily now, her
eyes beginning to fling out again their
natural sunny beams of interest. Il
was born there twenty-six years ago
and haven't done much of anything
since. You see before you, mademoi-
selle, a very undistinguished young
man, who has signally failed to accom-
plish the dream of his boyhood, which
was to be a great artist like Raphael or
Angelo. Instead Of being famous l am
but a poor lieutenant in the forces of
Virginia.
.You have a mother, father, brothers
and sisters?' she Intercepted. She
did not understand his allusion to the
great artists of whom she knew moth
ing. She had never before heard Of
them. She leaned the poker against the
chimney lamb and turned her face to-
ward him.
..Mother. father and N sister" he
said. mo brothers. We were a happy
little group. But my sister married and
lives in Baltimore. l I'M here. Father
and mother are alone in the old house.
Sometimes l am terribly homesick."
He was silent a moment, then added:
But YOU are selfish. You make me
do all the telling. Now l want you to
give me a little of your story, made
moiselle, beginning, as l did, at the
first"
but 1 can't" she replied. with child
| like frankness, "for dom know where
l was born nor my parents names nor
| who | am. You see how different 1t is
with me. / am called Alice Roussil-
lon, but / suppose that my name Is
| Alice Tarleton. 1t is not certain, how
ever. There is very little to help out
| the theory. Here is all the proof there
ia. | don't know that it is worth any
thing
She took off her locket and handed
1t to him.
He handled 1t rather indiderently,
for he was just then studying the fine
lines of her face. But in a moment be
was interested.
"Tarleton, Tarleton," he repeated.
Then he turned the little disk of gold
over and saw the enameled drawing on
the back, a crest clearly outlined.
He started. The crest was quite IA
miliar.
where did you get this?" he de-
manded in English and with such blunt
%suddenness that she was startled.
AsvvY,... atl - oor,o Prop az
II have always had it"
always? It's the Tarleton crest.
Do you belong to that family!
Indeed l do not know. Papa Rous-
sillon says he thinks do"
"Well, this is strange and interest
ing" said Beverley, rather to himself
than addressing her. He looked from
the miniature to the crest and back
to the miniature again, then at Alice
II tell you this is strange" he repeat
ed, with emphasis. ut is exceedingly
strange"
Her cheeks flushed quickly under
their soft brown, and her eyes flashed
with excitement.
Eyes. I know Her voice futtered,
her hands we're clasped In her lap. She
leaned toward him eagerly. 1T Is
strange. I've thought about it a great
deal"
"Alice Tarleton; that is right. Alice
is a name of the family. Lady Alice
Tarleton was the mother Of the frSl
Sir Garnett Tarleton who came over II
the time of Yardley. It's a great fam
ily. one of the oldest and best In Vir'
GINA. He looked at her now with a
gaze Of concentrated interest, under
which her eyes fell. why, this is 70
mantle" he exclaimed. absolutely 70
mantle! And you don't know how YOU
came by this locket? You don't know
who was your father, your mothery'
81 do not know anything"
"And what does NJ. Roussillon known
Just as little
but how came he to be taking yor
aid caring for you? He must know
how he got you, where he got you, o.
whom he got you. Surely he knows
ooh, | know all that. / was twelve
years old when Papa Roussillon toos
me. eight years ago. l had been nav
ing a hard life, and but for him ! mus
have died. I was a captive among the
Indians. He took me and has cared fol
me and taught me. He has been very
very good to me. l love him dearly"
.And don't you remember anything
at all about when, where, how. the In
dians got your"
Mo- She shook her head and seem
ed to be trying to recollect something
.No, l Just can't remember. And ye
there has always been something like
dream in my mind which ! could no
quite get hold OF. l know that ! an
not a Catholic. I vaguely remember
sweet woman who taught me to pray
like this: Cur Father who art In heav
en-. hallowed be thy name"
And Alice went on through the beau
tiful and perfect prayer, which she re
peated in English with infinite sweet
ness and solemnity. her eyes uplifted
her hands clasped before her. Bever
lev could have sworn that she was
shining saint and that he saw an au
reole.
81 know she continued, chat SOM
time. somewhere, to a very dear per
son. I promised that I never, never, neve
would pray any prayer but that. n
remember almost nothing else abou
that other life. which is far OF bacl
yonder in the past, | don't know wher