The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-28
CHAPTER xv.-contlnued.

Dare Not Waits Upon | Would.
They were standing gazing at the ship
ping in the Thames, the tops of the masts
Just visible over the forest of unlovely
chirnneys, when he suddenly turned TO-
wards her.
MAY say without offense what was
in my mind just now?"
,,Without offense?" she repeated. ''How
can l tell until hear what it is? sup
pose she added, after a pause, that You
would not willingly utter word that
would offend me?'
IN which I have no right to pry. Yet I
feel at all risks I must speak to you
upon it,
His voice had quite tremor Of excite
Inent, and she raised her eyes to his face
wonderingly.
THAT person from whose insults was
fortunate enough to rescue you. Do you
.think-Heaven knows do not wish to be
unjust, have suffered too much to wish
any one else to go thru the same ordeal
he is In any way mixed up in this mys-
tery?'
Good Heavens. MOI" cried Eleanor.
shocked at the idea. What induces you
to suggest such thing?'
Only this, that If were lying helpless
at a mans feet. and there was such an
expression on his face as I saw on that
fellows, I wouldn't give much for my life,
that's ALL
You are wrong" cried Eleanor, agitat-
eddy. I am certain you misjudge him.
This might be, but had not she herself
shuddered at Hargrave Denton's sinister
slances, at his ungovernable passion, at
his threats? No wonder Frank Holt re-
fgarded her doubtfully, for there was some
thing in her manner which belied her
words.
you think I misjudge him." he an
sWered, gloomily. 81 hope to Heaven
do I don't seek to know anything about
the fellow. Miss Tremaine; I don't even
ask his name; only hope you do not fear
any further persecution. I confess I have
m1sgivings, for if I am any reader of char
acter doubt if even the thrashing he had
Will prevent him annoying you again If he
gets the chance"
Eleanor returned no answer. How true
was Frank Hollis conjecture she knew toe
we'll. On the following day Hargrave
would expect her decision, and tho the
power to coerce her thru the discovery
OF some secret Of her fathers past life no
longer existed, she did not think he would
desist from his attempt to terrorize her
She had come to recognize a logged per
itinacity in Hargrave Denton which filled
her with secret dread, but that he had
the least knowledge or completely with the
hidden crime that had deprived her father
OF his life was too monstrous for belief
She looked wistfully at Frank Holt, and
Tor an instant was tempted to tell him
everything. Why not? He was one whom
she felt she could trust who would not
fail her in the hour of need. Would he be
likely to misconstrue her confidence? That
was the point she could not decide. Ye1
words were trembling on her lips which
she knew would make him her close FRIEND
nay, her slave. Another second and she
would have uttered them, when porter
came SlOuChin0 nv ShOutjnr
"Fenchurch- street train
The opportunity was lost, the temptation
gone.
Good bye, Mr.. Holt said she, with 6
faint smile. DO not forget have giver
you full permission to copy the Gainsbor
ough. When YOU so to Tremaine cour
you will find Mrs. Jackson ready to wal
upon you hand and foot
Her fingers rested in his, and a brie
glance shot from between her dark eye
lashes-a glance that sent him tinglinf
to his finger-tips-and she stepped light.
into the carriage and was borne away
leaving Frank Holt standing amid tn,
grimy and unromantic surroundings o
Stepney Station with feeling that some
how he was in the center of romance, tina
the dark and mysterious power which ha.
drawn him into the atmosphere Of Grim
had not ceased working.
He walked pensively down the stair
into the street, trying to recall every word
every look of Eleanor Tremaine. How
friendly had been her tone, how attentive
~ she had listened to his every suggestion
but how little he had discovered of he
real feelings. i. --@
They had certainly advanced a stage o
two toward friendship, but would he eve
get beyond? It all depended upon he1
Well 1t was something to feel that not i
shred OF the suspicion with which sh
evidently regarded him during that even
Ing ride along the silent, solitary Eppin
forest road-that ride which ended in sue
a dire discovery-remained.