Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1905-01-17
CHAPTER XVI

w I'm the SlgnC OF denrlS face, the
memory of Henri rushed into Helenes
mind, as she had seen him on that fate
full night when Quayle was about to
murder her, and Henri had flung him
self, barely in the nick of time, upon her
would-be assassin.
There is saying Money makes the
man." Henri Sainton, the reckless de-
fender of the barbados during those
terrible days of June, 1S4S; Henry Rob
erts. the soldier of the Louisiana bat
talon, and Henry Roberts, the Colorado
millionaire, were no more like one an
otner than a chimpanzee is like lion.
Henri Sainton, if not a gentleman in
the stern and full meaning of the word.
was as near me real araicle as the best
of veneer could make him. There was
one thing he wished for, that he would
have prayed for if such a thing had been
possible to him, namely. to meet Helene,
to stand on an equal pinnacle with her.
to be able to remind her of che past. He
touched her outstretched hand with his
fingers, and felt it icy cold His eyes
met Helene's, and he saw her quail be-
meath her gaze.
Helene's perturbation, however, was
momentary only. The next few seconds
restored her equanimity Of mind, and
with quick resolve she dashed the dis
tressing "reminiscences out of her mind.
Il am glad to meet Mr.. Roberts," she
said, "eyen if it is only to chide him.
invited you to my e-o'clock, and you
did not come"
Il will prove my repentance" said
Henri. IF | may. will come unin-
vited."
THAT would be to reward you for hav-
ing sinned," she said. mo, no; | shall
have to be the judge, and l will dictate
the fine"
AT that moment the line Of carriages
began to move, and Helene's coachman,
following those in front of him, drove
away. Helene was wrapped in n deli
cious reverie. She knew not whether she
lad hoped or dreaded that Henry Rob-
erts might prove TO be Henri Sainton.
but now, as she knew him to be Henri
Sainton, her heart felt warmer for the
discovery.
When Helene reached home. she found
Lord Yorley waiting for her in the draw
ing room. The old nohletnan bore his
eighty years With sturdy viSor. He
was a portly gentleman, staid and grave.
His life had been one OF many troubles.
first Tor his sister. then about his son
Walter. and the long and wearying trials
had saddened and softcned him. Helene
noticed Immediately that Lord Yorley
was less at his ease than Was his habit
Now You are not going 70 scold me
this afternoon. she said, poutingly. as
she held out her hand
Il have not come to scold you. my
child" said Lord Yorley. placing chair
by her side. and seating himself there.
Il have come TO speak 10 YOU about
matter that concerns me deeply, and in
which hope 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 Alfred's death. six months ago.
he became my heir He viii one day.
when l am gone. be Lord Yorley His
fortune, when he Will take my place. viii
be ample. though not quite as large as
yours Ny dear child, Walker loves yoa.
You are his goddess on earth. He has
loved you for many years. He has loved
you so truly that he has ne -sr dared to
tell you about ais love" ~
II have Known that FOR srany years
she replied. in mere whisper. and with
her eyes on the-ksound. Il b SIC known
all along that Walter loved me-"