The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1904-04-29
O0e I'm" A Fascinating
" V - Romance
1--WE Alan Adair..
man, every one Joined in making fur

Most OF the employees in the firm
were married, and they constituted a
little circle to themselves. Alan had
the run of their houses, and o be-
gan to feel at home; however, amongst
them there was one man to whom he
never took. An Englishman. Hutch
insOn by name, a surly. ~d-hai
brute, with a magnificent head for fig
ures. He was the one man whom Mac
kenzie did not like. although ne had
never quarreled with him; but he
fancied that it seemed as il Hutchln-
son had a particular grudge against
him.
This surmise on Alan's part was well
| founded. for, as a matter of fact, when
| Dempster found him so intelligent, he
| had thought it might be we'll to raise
him to Hutchinson's place.
There was some mystery about
| Hutchinson. He lived in a house some
little way out of town, and no one
knew exactly whether he was married
or not. Some affirmed that he had a
| daughter, who has almost reached
woman's estate; others said that ne
| never made any mention OF any one.
But, as a matter Of fact, Hutchinson
never mentioned his private affairs at
| all, so it was not wonderful that the
| rest of the firm knew nothing about
them.
But one day there came some
| rather important tidings to the firm.
| Richard Dempster consulted Alan, and
he offered to talk I'VE the matter with
Hutchinson. 1t was after business
hours, and the young man offered to
find the Englishman. He had not the
least idea of spying upon him. because
he had so many friends that he had
no need to seek any, and he was actu-
ated solely by the wish to be useful to
his employer in what might become
advantageous.
South American affairs have not the
stability of ours. A days delay, even
a few hours, might mean the loss OF
many thousands. So Alan obtained
Hutchinson's address from Dempster,
and, in all good faith, went to find his
colleague. 1t took him some little time
to find the house. 1t was quite out of
Rio, and was more of a country house
than a town house.
When he found it he was amazed at
the beauty Of his surroundings. 1t
seemed to him that Hutchinson lived
even in greater style than did Demps-
ter, and that probably he did not wish
this to be known. There was nc rea-
son why Hutchinson should not live as
a rich man. He drew a large salary
from Dempster, and there were many
ways in which he could enlarge his
means.
Alan rode on through avenues Of
trees, fresh bowers of fruit and flow
ers, gorgeous in their tropical wealth
OF color, and suddenly as he rode it
seemed to him that he heard the sound
Of a sobbing. He refined in his
horse so as to make sure; he still
heard the sound. The spirit of adven-
ture burned hot within him; the cry
ing was so piteous, and Alan could not
bear to hear 1t. 1t was like that Of
some girl in pain.
He fastened his horse to a tree. for
getting all about the financial crisis
and his errand. All the chivalry in his
nature was stirred. He pulled aside
the boughs of the trees and came to
an open glade. A girl dressed in white
had thrown herself or the ground;
her slight body was shaking with sobs.
Alan watched her for q moment and
then he spoke. You seem in trouble"
he said In English. for, though the
girls head was dusky, yet she did not
look altogether Spanish. Can I help
your"
The girl, startled by the voice,
sprsng up, and showed to Alan's gaze
a face, disfigured by weeping, it is true.
but of a perfect type Of beauty. There
was Spanish blood in her, as was testi-
fed by the liquid, dark eyes, and the
perfect oval of her face. and the slim,
yet well-shaped limbs. Her mouth.
too, Quivering with emotion, was ripe
and red, and the little white teeth were
even and sharp.
She looked up for a moment at the
handsome lad, who was watching her
with such evident concern. and then
she blushed and answered. with an at
tempt at self-possession that was very
creditable. seeing the abandonment Of
grief In which Alan had found her: 1T
Is nothing. Sir. l would not do as my
father wished. and he was angry and
struck me-"
Struck you? Tho brute!" cried
Alan. 1.-THE detestable brute! How
dare he strike = woman"
The girls eyes were cast down: she
seemed ashamed. Perhaps she had not
yet realized her womanhood complete
": she seemed very young. He has
q violent temper. sir, and perhaps l do
not manage him we'll. l have no moth
or; she died years ago."
Fortunately for her." said Alan
grimly, III your father is the sort Of
man who would strike a woman"
"You see." said the girl. ut seems
that this Is important My father had
promised my hand to = mamie is q