The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-08-02

closed her eyes and listened dreamily
to the rolling sound Of wheels upon the
wet road. telling. herself that life was
truly one swift journey with the echo
Of the worldly, wheels ever rolling IA
unknown goal; whether you will OF
mo-; desiring to rest or Jealous; still
shall this coach Of destiny hurry you
on by the houses of childhood, of love,
and Of death, to that kingdom Of
mystery which all must enter.N How
happy had she been # GAVIN 1a. were
to some haven of their desires, while
all the past should be written. out and
that peace of understanding be truly
found. Vain dream, sweet iliuslon-a
voice called her from it, the rush Of
cold air upon her face awakened her.
They had arrived at their destination
and their journey was done.
Plainly an old house. Evelyn, start
ing up from her dream, perceived an
old fashioned stone porch with clematis
thick upon it, an open door showing q
brightly lighted hall within and blaz-
ing welcome warmth from an open crate
beyond. To the footman who helped
lis ny father, is MI. Fillmore
The man bent his head; she under
stood him to be foreigner; and' I'm;
and the great doors were immediately
closed behind her.
This way if you would please, lady
ship,'' the footman continued in such
sexecrable English that she would have
laughed at it upon any other occasion.
The gentlemen were here"
He opened a door upon the night;
horco1f IN orno11 nonoIa1 hou0oir.
perfect in its scheme Of decoration, so
coy, SO warm, that she asked no longer
why her father had come to Hampstead.
Please tell the earl that I am
here, she said-and remembered as
she said it that the wears relatives
very prodigies Of riches. The footman,
in answer to her, nodded his head as
foreigners will; and venturing no more
English phrases, he left her alone. ;.
How cold she was! And what pic
ture Of a room! The japanese panel
green elk delighted her.. What mex
pressibly luxurious chairs! And books
everywhere, books in English, in
French, in Italian-novels, biographies,
picture books Did fire ever roar up
chimney with such pleasant sound.
her veins; she bathed in it, stopped to
it, caressed it with hands outspread
to the blaze. And this was her: occu-
patton when she heard the door open
behind her; and, leaping up, said,
"Dear father.-I am so glad.'
80 my ay5 dear :; lady, your father has not
She stood transfxed, realizing her sit
uation and the peril Of it in one swift
instant. Count Odin, the man she had
fed from; Count Odin, whose very
name she had tried. to forget, he was
her host then. Not for moment would
she deceive herself with the consider
cidents. She had been lured to the
house by trick and the intentions of
those who brought her there could not
but be evil. So much she understood,
and in understanding. found her cour-
SMy father is. not here" she re-
peated after him, guarding her self-con-
troll and standing before him defantly.
He answered her almost with hui
mility
emo, he is not yet come, am sorry
to say. It is not my fault. His 1e "a
i Hss,y are there he's oS sfs many who viii
She looked at him amazed.
"Did you iask me here TO- justify
ming to her, cheeks and her flashing
eyes. cam I to answer, then, to you
/ will believe. such an impertinenc'
when I hear it.. And turning from
him to the fire, she said, Chow itti'
could ever know Of any Engiishwoman
To dare to bring me hereto thin]
that Isshould be afraid Of you'll
He smiled at her contempt and cam
little nearer to her.
81 never thought that" he sai'
slowly. ct never accused You Of wan
Of courage, Lady Evelyn. Perhaps
am guilty Of an impertinence. Yo
shall tell me when you have heard M
news-the news I bring you from Ru
mania. :,
EVELYN turned about in spite Of he1
self and looked him full in the face.
~ftThe news from Rumania! -
i, Certainly, news of your friend, Nj
Gavin Ord. z =.
The plot had been we'll eontrivet
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