The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-09-28

-A''h'i' lbNll'l anu Nllt NlSltI, ne
said, ''no brothers We were happy
little group But my sister married and
lives in Baltimore. | am here. Father
and mother are alone iu the old house.
Sometimes | am terribly hcwpsick"
He was silcut moment. [hcu added:
but you are selfish You make me
do all the telling Now | want YOU to
give mo little of your story, made
moiscllr, beginning, as | dld, at the
first"
But | can't" she replied, with child.
like frankncss. for don't know where
| was born nor my parents names uur
who | ann. You SEQ how different 1t is
with INC I am called Alice Roussn.
Ion, but | suppose that my name Is
Alice Turlcton 1t is not certain. how.
ever There is very little TO help ont
the theory Here is all the proof there
Is. | don't know that IL is worth any
thing"
She took Off her locEct and handed
it TO him
lie handled it rather iudincrcuny,
for he was Just then studying the Cac
lines Of her face But in moment he
was Interested.
"rarIotou Tarlcton,' he repeated.
Then lac turned the little disl, of gold
over and saw the cnumclcd drawing on
the back, crest clearly outlined,
He started. The crest was quite IA
mililr
"Whcro did you get this?" he de-
mundrd in English and with such blunt
suddcnucss that She was startled.
"Whorc did it come rrom?"
81 have always had it,"
always: It's the Tarlcton crest.
Do you belong 10 that familyE"
Indeed 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 lie looked from
the miniature to the crest and back
to the miniature again, then at Alice.
81 tell you this is strange" he repeat.
ed, with emphasis ut is exceedingly
strange"
Her checks flushed quickly under
their soft brown, and her eyes flashed
with excitement.
"NcS, | know" Her voice nuttercd .
her hands We're claspCd In her lap. She
leaned toward linn eagerly at Is
strange I've thought about it a great
deal"
"Alicc Tarlcton; that is right Alice
is q name of the family. Lady Alice
Tarloton was the mother of the first
Sir Garnctt 1arcton who came over in
the time of Nardlcy. It's a great fam
lily, one Of the oldest and best in Nir-
GINA He looked at her now with a
gaze of concentrated interest, under
which her eyes fell "Why, this is ro-
mantle" he exclaimed, absolutely ro-
mantle. And YOU don't know how you
came by this locket? You don't know
who was your father, your mothcrT
II do not know anything"
"And what does NJ. RousSllon know ?'
"Iust as little"
"But how came he TO be taking you
and caring for you? lie must know
how he got You, where he got you, of
whom he got you. Surely he knows
"Oh, | know all that. | was twelve
years old when Papa Roussllon took
me, eight years ago. ! had been huv-
ing hard lifc and but for him must
have died. was a captive among the
Indians. lie took me and has cared for
me and taught me. lie has been very,
very good to me | love him dearly"
And don't you remember anything
at all about when, where, how, the In
dams got you?'
No" She shook her head and seem
ed to be trying to rccollcct something
mo- just can't remember. And yet
there has always been something like n
dream in my mind which | could not
quite get hold Of. | know that | am
not Catholic. | vaguely remember n
sweet woman who taught me to pray
like this: Our Father who art in hcav-
en-, hnllowed be thy name"
And Alice went on through the beau.
tiful and perfect prayer which she re-
pcated in English with infinite sweet
ness and solcmnity, her eyes uplifted,
her hands claspcd before her. Bever-
ley could have sworn that she was
shining saint and that he saw an au-
rcOle.
Il know" she continued. that some
time, somewhere, to a very dear per-
son, promised that never. never, never
would pray any prayer hut that, and /
remember almost nothing else about
that other life, which is far Off back
yonder in the past, don't know where
sweet peaceful, shadowy, a dream
that | have all but lost from my mind"
Beycrlcys sympathy was deeply
moved. lie sat for some minutes look
ing at her without speaking She, too,
was pensive and silent, while the fire
sputtcrcd and sang the great logs
slowly melting, the flames tossing
wisps Of smoke into the chimney still
booming to the wind.
Il know, too, that am not French"
she presently resumed, but | don't
know Just how | know IT, My first
words must have been Engliah, for |
have always dreamed of talking in that
l., Il