Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1904-12-16
CHAPTER XIII.

Throughout the days following tho
return to town of Valerlus Galbraith,
all his energies were expended in striv-
ing To penetrate the mystery which
surrounded David Dumbarton'ss death.
Hours of his time were spent in CONSUL
tations with George Coris and the
counsel instructed by him: while Va
lerius had several interviews with
Mackworth, who listened to his
lions without revealing his W ideas
regarding the man he suspected or the
motive he believed to have caused the
crime.
And no day was allowed TO pass with
ont Olive Durlbarton seeing her cousin.
whose sympathy in this hour of need
was welcome TO her; whose efforts to
give her hope inc bring her cheer she
gratefully appreciated. And that hi
now made no reference, as he had often
done in recent times, to the affection
he felt for her. or dwelt on all that might
have been had she long years ago ac-
cepted his love, she felt more CRATE
full still.
He was to her a friend, her next OF
kin, and nothing more and as SUCH
she willingly accepted the services he
placed at her disposal, the companion
ship he gave her.
OF n feeling uppermost in his mi.d
she was continually conscious. Though
no words of his revealed Ii, his antag-
onism and repugnance to George Bos-
took were evident to her from the ex-
preston Of her cousins face, and the
tone of mis- voice when the publishers
name was mentioned, an attitude on
the part of yalerius which. caused her
much uneaSineSS and haliauir.e
It rose simply from his jealousy. for
which h assured herself there was no
| cause.
it was Galbraith's habit TO avoid Bos-
took when possible; but it happened
afternoon. when the former was
| spending the afternoon with his cousin.
that the publisher had called, Valerius,
who was too we'll bred to show dis
courtesy toward a guest OF his hostess
and his kinswomans rose and greeted
Bostock formally and with an air or
restraint OF which Olive was painfully
conscious, and OF which the publisher
was likewise aware.
The sun had already set, and looking
from the uncurtained windows facing
westward. and through the tangled
branches OF a tree, low CLEANS OF red
light could be seen barred by black.
Within. the cheerful glow Of frelight
frightened the room, at the lower end
of which q lamp already burned. throw
ing its soft light upon the yellow walls
with their old engsavings and modern
etchingS.
Olive Dumbarton sal in a deep chair
beside the fire. her black dress con-
/ trasting the pallor OF her face, her thin
hands with their long, sensitive fingers.
lying iistlessly In her lap: her large.
| g~ray-hlue eyes fixed absently on the
fire when not fSSssd in question rs
those with whom stt conversed. Yer
:kcnica, seated at a. little table apart
smade ten for their visitors.
George Bostock was narrafing the
ntefsry gossip TO his hostess. for. know
ing ttte interest h always felt in her
fellow-workers. he stroye by this means
70 Danish for a while the dark and
troubled thoughts thai forever faced
her.
And mothers last book has already
gone into four editions Z? Veronica
/ said.
Yes the publisher answered briefly
What a success remarked the nirl
proudly. X knew it was the best she
had written"
And the press agrees with you~
George Bostork replied.
"Thc press is usually despised No
authors-~isnst 1t Olive said valerins
Yes answered Bostock: when 81
disparages them
fConfioued Nex{ ManL