The news-democrat. (Providence, R.I.) 1906-1909, 1906-10-03

the golden butterflies against the soft
curve or her cheek. collar OF pearls
clasped her throat and accented the clear
girlish lines OF her profile. / felt the ap-
peal OF her youth and purity IL was like
cry In my heart, and / forgot the
dreary house by the lake. and Pickering
and the weeks within the stone walls Of
my prison.
The friends who know me best never
expect me TO promise 10 be anywhere at
given time / can't tell; perhaps / shall
follow the bluebirds TO Indiana; but why
should |. when 1 can't play being Olivia
any more?"
mol am very duh. That note OF apol-
ogy you wrote from the school really
fooled me. But have seen the real Olivia
now. L don't want you to go too far-not
where | can't follow-this flight / shall
hardly dare repeat"
Her lips closed-like rose that had
gone back TO be a bud again-and she
pondered moment slowly freeing and
imprisoning the golden butterflies.
You have risked a fortune, Mr.. Glen
arm, very. very foolishly-and more-if
you are found here. Why, olivia must
have recognized you She must have seen
you often across the wall"
But / don't care--Tm not staying at
that ruin up there for money My grand
father meant more to me than that"
Yes; l believe that is so He was a
dear old gentleman; and he liked me be-
cause / thought his jokes adorable. My
father and he had known each other But
there was-no expectation-no wish 70
profit by his friendship My name I'm his
will is =. great embarrassment, a source
OF real annoyance. The newspapers have
printed dreadful pictures of me. That Is
why / say TO you, quite frankly, that
i wouldn't accept cent of Mr. Glenarm's g
money II IL were offered me; and that is
why,"-and her smile was a flash OF
spring-"I want you to obey the terms Of
tAe-will and earn your fortune"
She closed the fan sharply and lifted
her eyes 10 mine
But there isn't any fortune! It's all a
myth, a Joke" / declared.
MIR. Pickering doesn't seem TO think
so. lie had every reason for believing
that Mr. Glenarm was a very rich man.
The property can't be found I'm the usual
places-banks. safety vaults. and the
like. Then where do you think IL is-or
better. where do you think Mr.. Pickering
things IL is?'
But assuming that it's buried up there
by the lake like a pirates treasure. IL
isn't Pickering's II he finds II. There are
laws To protect even the dead from rob-
berry, / concluded hotly.
How difficult you arel Suppose YOU
should fall from a boat, or be shot-ac-
cidentally-then / might have TO take
the fortune after all: and Mr.. Pickering
might think OF an easier way of getting
Il than by
Stealing ~ Yes. but you wouldn't-r'
Half-past ~ struck on the stairway and
I started to my feet.
You wouldn't" I repeated.
"I might. you know
~ must go-but not with that, not with
any hint OF that-pleasel"
IF you let him defeat you. if you fail
to spend your year there-well overlook
this one lapse"-she looked mo steadily In
tho eyes wholly guiltless of coquetry but
infinitely kind-"then--"
She paused, opened the fan. held n up
to the light and studied the golden but
terfies.
Yes"
"Then--let me see-oh. shall never
chase another rabbit as long as I livel
Now -auickly-qucklyl"
But you haven't told me when and
where IL was we met the FIRST time.
Pleasel"
She laughed. but urged me away with
her eyes.
IT shan't do 81 II isn't proper for me
10 remember, II your memory Is 81 por.
7 wonder how II would seem for US 10
meet just once-and be introduced Good
night You really came. You are a gem
tieman OF your word Squire Glenarm!'
(To be Continued Tomorrow