The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1904-01-07
By FREDERIC REDDALE


was with smiling lips that she whis-
pered as she nestled to his side
If you wish it-yes."
wish it! Oh my darling, my
Qucen!" he exclaimed, and his lips met
hers in loves first sweet caress.
He was in no haste to be gone now,
but lei her TO a tete-a-tete and took
his place beside her.
Il am the happiest man in England"
he said fervidly, devouring her with
his eyes. For answer she breathed a
happy sigh.
Sir Arthur must be told, l suppose, y
no said tentatively, after an inter-
change Of sweet confessions and con-
fdonces.
"0h, not yet, please" she pleaded.
Not Tor few days. feel SO selfish,
enjoying al this happiness, when at
this moment poor Rick may be in trou-
ble or in danger.'
"Counfound your Bick,' was Kane's
inward objurgation. but outwardly he
was ell sympathy and interest.
I'VE must find him." he said, in
quietly confident tones. He is my
brother now, you know" A rosy
blush Hooded face and forehead at
these words, but timidly seeking his
hand she exclaimed
If you want to make me sincerely
happy and leave no cloud between us,
YOU will find my brother! Then you
may speak TO Sir Arthur as soon as
YOU life!" noddng her head vivacious-
ly.
at IS a bargain Kane returned, and
with . far"Wcll carcss he took his
looEo. clated. happy, triumphant. a
hotter nan in Thought and intention
them hc had cvor been before.
Mounting his horse. he rode rapidly
through the park to Gatewood, and
found Marcia Churchill at home, by
whom he was Graciously received as
Whil0m acquaintance and now a
ncar noiehbCr.
After presenting his invitation to the
coming bali at The Cedars he preached
the second object of his call
"1}iss Dysart was speaking about her
brother Richard this morning" he
said. and she wondered if had ever
met him at the Cape could not re-
can him by namo, bat asked her FOR a
photograph. She sent me here, saying
yoa possessed one taken since he went
abroad. May see it?"
Surely" she said. 81 will get it
for YOU
The abrupt naming of Richards
name by a comparative stranger .un-
ncrye1 this usually strong and self
contained nature, and her agitation
was perceived and noted by Rossiter
Kane. who drew his own sapient con-
illusions
Marcia rose and went to a side table,
saying the while, To cover her show of
feeling
I'VE were children together, Mr..
Kane, and we all love Richard very
dearly"
Sao returned, bearing in her hand
a C3rte-de-yisitc, which she gave him,
saying simply:
"Eerc is his latest picture. 1t was
talen in Cape Town, as you see, nearly
tEo years ago"
Kane took the bit of pasteboard, and
with a ceremonious Pardon met" went
to The window the better TO see.
Il was lucky for him that he did this,
and that his face was turned from Mar
cias Watchful eyes, quickened by love
and eager with hope deferred for,
strong man and iron-willed as he was,
but for a timely grasp of the heavy
WindoW-curtain.
lie held in his hand the picture of
he face he remembered only too we'll
~-thc features of which, distorted in
agony, We're ever before him, branded
ca mis- eyeballs in hues of fire night
AMI day ana which he had last seen
fox a few tragic momcn.s in ruddy
glare by the Moot river many months
before.
The sweat stood on his forehead in
great beads, and mist clouded his
vision. But the mans despotic will tri-
umphed, and pulling himself together
he faced inward again, his back to the
light, and said as quietly as he could:
No; it is as | thought, Miss
Churchill. we never met
The deliberate, cold -blooded lie
scorched his soul, for if his surmse
we're correct, Richard Dysart was more
than life to the proud beauty who CON
fronted him.
Put will have some inquiries
made he went ON, "and perhaps
shall have good news for you soon"
How he managed to make his adicus
and get out of the house decently and
in order Kane never knew. lie found
himself astride his horse once more,
and cantering down the chestnut ave
nae leading to the high road There
he let the animal down to a walk and
BEGAN to look the appalling situation
in The face.
God in IIeaven,' he muttered, II
hil!cd him in cold blood, and those two
women would hate me for life if they
huew!'
Zen itself and the torrents of lost
souls, Of which we read, may be moth
ing more than the pangs of guilty