Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1904-05-05

said. I am afraid OF you-and yet / ind
myself watching and waiting for your
coming. Would you have loved me IL
YOU had been rich-if that great place
had been yours?"
Couldn't have helped myself" he
replied, glibly. "Trust Roger Hawley
for that; he is the most devout lover,
and the most constant. under the
stars"
SIS that your name-Roger Haw-
ley?" she asked.
Roger Hawley, who should have
been able to write after his name, of
Hawley Park, Surrey; but was ousted
from his proud position because. for
sooth, he had not behaved prettily, as
he should have done"
but won't your brother give you
back what belongs to you?" she asked,
simply.
at doesn't rest with my brother; it
rests with a lady" he answered, with
a laugh. Not even all your fortune
telling, Lydia mine, could help me in
this; because the lady has tight hold
of what was left to her, and eve my
brother m into the business, hum
bly, enough, afte rher. So now you
know all about IT,"
"And who is this lady who has TAX
en- your %fortune?"
How inquisitive you are! Her name,
if you must know, is Miss Grace Var
woodland she is my cousin"
They had been S % ~engrossed in their
whispered conversation, and the pro-
fessor had been listening so ~intently,
that nom of them had noticed that the
low curtain of the tent from which the
girl had come had parted, and that
Grace Yarwood had looked out, at the
moment her name was so carelessly
and lightly mentioned. She could not
restrain an involuntary exclamation,
however, and the girl and the man
turned guiltily and faced her.
What is the matter? Why are you
out here?" asked Lydia, coldly.
Il was startled" said Grace, in
some confusion. II thought | heard
voices. I'm sorry"
"You mean that you were listening"
exclaimed Lydia, holly. You mean
that o came out here because you
thought you would hear"
81 was not listening" said Grace.
calmly. why should | do that?" She
stepped back into the tent and dropped
the curtain again.
who's your ~visitor?" asked Roger
Hawley, with some show of interest.
Not much like a gypsy, that" he add
ed.
why should you notice her?" asked
Lydia, in a flash.
MY pretty vixen, don't be jealous"
said the man, with a laugh. 81 was
only surprised to see a stranger, and a
fair stranger, within your tents"
"She came tonight with an old man.
My mother gave them shelter" said
Lydia. "Now you must go; I am
afraid every moment that some one
will be disturbed and will find you
here"
The man slipped away into the shad-
o"S uhtOi lew hut uuIcu WOIuS OL
farewell. the professor slowly drop
ped asleep again, and Lydia disap-
peared into the tent in which Grace
was. The night visitor, Roger Haw-
ley, going cautiously among the trees,
was surprised and a little disturbed,
after taking a few steps, to see a man
rise up out OF the underground before
him.
who's that?" he cried, ~nervously,
in a subdued voice.
"a friend" said a voice he did not
know. There's nothing to be scared
about; I've been following you pretty
nearly all day."
"The deuce you have!" exclaimed
Roger Hawley, with a subdued laugh.
who are you? Come out into the
light and let's see your face"
The stranger came out from among
the trees and stood in a little clearing,
facing Roger Hawley. He was a slight,
well knit, dark young man, with a
neat black mustache and a certain
graceful fashion of wearing clothes
that were decidedly shabby; he spoke
with a strong accent.
Ito Be continued.)