The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1905-02-23

eighty years with a sturdy vfgor. he
was portly gentleman, staid and grave
His life had been one of many troubles.
first for his sister, then about his son
Walter, and the long and wearying trials
had saddened and softened him. Helene
noticed Immediately that Lord Yorley
was less at his ease than was his habit.
snow you are not going to scold me
this afternoon" she said, poutingly, as
she held out her hand.
II have not come to scold you, my
child" said Lord Yorey, placing a chair
By her side, and seating himself there.
Il have COME to speak to you about &
matter that concerns me deeply, and in
which nope to interest YOU"
Helene opened her big blue eyes wide.
The preamble seemed so very serious,
and she was not at all seriously inclined
at that moment.
Il have come, my dear child" said
Lord Yorley, Ito speak to you about my
boy Walter. He is now my only SON.
On poor Alfreds DEATH six months ago.
he became my heir. He will one day,
when l am gone, be Lord Yorley. His
fortune, when he will take my place, will
be ample, though not quite as large as
yours. My dear child, Walter loves you.
You are his goddess on earth. He has
loved you for many years. He has loved
you so truly that he has never dared to
tell you about his love-"
II have known that for many years."
she replied. in mere whisper, and with
her eyes on the ground. Il have known
all along that Walter loved me-"
II know" continued Lord Yorley,
''that if your dear dead father or my
poor Agatha were alive now, they would
join me in pleading my boys cause. l
know they would wish that my Walter
and you may become man and wife,"
Had Lord Yorley come to her week
ago-ay, had he even come to her two
days ago-the chances were even that
Helene would have said to herself, "Af-
ter ALL Walter is the best among the
men I know. He is true. He risked
his life to find me years ago. know
that no man in this world loves me bet
ter, or can love me more truly" She
would have hesitated perhaps for mo-
ment or two, but she might have consent
ed, and perhaps would have consented.
Now the case was different. Another
figure had stepped in between her and
Walters love- Henri had sprung up like
| hooking sprite out of a cavern of ia
BILE. And he skipped and romped through
the picture of her life, and all her finer
sentiments shrunk shiveringly beneath
the uncouth whirligig. Helene was de-
liberating what to say, when she was
reused by a knock at the door, and Adj
ans voice was heard asking:
MAY l come inT'
| Lord Yorley turned on his chair with
nearly angry movement when Helene
replied, Come in. of course" to Adams.
81 have news. that may interest you.
my DEAR" said Adams, after the custom
airy apology to Lord Yorley. THAT
| wretched man Roberts, as you call him,
has just been thrown from his horse. He
has been taken to a chemists shop, and
they say he is badly hurt"
Helene jumped up with her face as
| white as a sheet and darted at the bell
with one sweep.
Tell Jacqueline to bring me my hat
and shawl Immediately" she said 70 the
servant.
what are you going to do" asked
| Adams.
81 am going to Mr.. Roberts. and you
must come with me, and try to save the
| life of the man who saved mine"
.(To be continued.b