The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-22
CHAPTER x.
AN uNsoLvED PUZZLE.


ehaniealy. Surely that was the and address Of
the letter which had taken her father to London! She
looked on the table to verify her dea but the letter
there
Her father, doubt, had it with him, but this
of 1t of the highest Importance
should this Mr. Holt. Perhaps had followed up
his by bringing of the death of Mr..
reath and if her fathers journey would be
So she startled the maid by telling
Mr. Holt at and in minute face with
her visitor.
The daylight had nearly ebbed, the lamps had not
been it, and Eleanor could visitor distinctly
She had general notion that by certain
of movement he young and the he bowed with
natural than after the fashion
is called society manners
II apologize for calling, Miss Tremaine" he was
beginning whe he was sharply interrupted by the girl
Zone moment, if you please, Mr. Holt" said She
IT will ring for lights
There something in the voice which touched a
chord in her recollection chord too vibrated
tenderly and sweetly. She more anxious than
ever to see her visitors face clearly
The lamp revealed regular features, full, almost
prominent eyes-the of observant man, hand
some mouth shaded by soft moustache brown,
wavy hair The start of recognition gave
found it's fellow in him.
The man who rescued her from insults of Har-
grave Denton stood before her. For the third time
had made his appearance at crisis in her life.
She was the first to recover possession and
she came towards him with strange glow
on her cheek welcome in her which he naturally
construed fatterng himself
But it was not quite Eleanor, it is true, was
glad to see him glad to recognize him,
so much on his account her father
How it eased her mind to discover that Frank Holt
who had written the letter calling father away was
he to whom already debt of thanks and of
whom she had thought with often than
she would care to confess.
You have followed quickly your messenger Mr.
Holt, she began. 1T hope Mr. Penreath is better or
maybe'-and her voice took more svmnathetic tome
the end has come, and brought some message
for my father? If so, please tell it that
send after him and stop him going to London on
useless errand He left the station not
quarter of ago"
Her visitor stared at her in amazement
I beg pardon, Miss Tremane' he stammered
II fear you must mistake for someone else re-
member perfectly but expect you
m Vet Oraph had hor
of service to you in
She remorselessly cut him short "Yes,~yes. 7 know
she rejoined impatiently. not forgotten But
the letter you wrote to father-tel1 me what it
means?"
So But seemed to me better should explain what
wanted at a personal interview OF course had no
Again she interrupted him. The color which had
mounted to her cheek was deep flush, the agita-
passingly beautiful. He before seen her agi-
tated and well he remembered charming picture but
II was very different Then she indignant now she
was purely enotional-a revelation of womany tender
ness, solicitude, natural impulse.
Am really to understand she cried "you did not
Wrle letter from your house, "a Albert Square,
erclal road and send by special messenger to my
rather telling him that an old friend, by
Penreath lying point of death and wished to
see him matter of vital importance?"
You are speaking in riddles Trenaine. 7 have
reath,' he faltered 80 -
What has brought you here then?n she cried with
increased vehemence. For Heavens tell
Eleanor turned from him abruptly For a moment or
Two she seemed unconscious of his She flung
her arms upwards as if the pressure of her
too great to bear and then suddenly
in
Frank Holt involuntarily stepped towards her and
then checked himself. What right he intrude
into her grief and sorrows And yet way he felt
he was connected with them Clearly
him for else but There could not be
two Frank Hollis He. had right to mystery
but how? He dared not speak to her. absorbed she
seemed to be by some mental trouble. could only
wait
In second two her violent emotion was past and
She turned towards him. cried
with energy tinged with fierceness
Forgive me, he replied, gently II could scarcely
do while distressed. I there
is in this house fine picture Gainsborough-a por-
trait. have commission to copy it-that u.s. If your
father will give his consent"
She looked at him, her large eyes dstended wildly