The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1906-12-07

Miss Brand, giUe me ono moment"
STOOD or say too much.
81 am better" she explained; "quite
recovered. / gave up my bunk to one
who needed it,
Il am sure we are all doing our best
to help one another" volunteered Enid
| But | am restless. The sight-of
l your sister-aroused vague memories
Do you mind-I find it hard to explain
your name is familiar knew-some
people-called Brand-a Mr.. Stephen
Brand-and his wife,"
She halted, seemingly at loss. Enid,
striving helplessly to solve the reason
| for this unexpected confidence, but
quite wlshful to make the explanation
easier, found herself interested.
Eyes," she said. THAT is quite pos
sible, Of course, though you must have
been quite a girl. Mrs. Brand died
many years ago"
Mrs. Vansittart flinched from the fee
BILE rays of the lantern
THAT is SOL think / heard of-of
Mrs. Brands death-in London,
fancy, but they had only one child"
Enid laughed.
II am a mere nobody" she said.
dad adopted me. l came here one
day in June, nineteen years ago, and l
must have looked so fsrlorn that he
took me to his heart, thank Godv'
Another solemn chord of the hymn
fioated up to them:
Tat oil l. It,
Thy conscience as the MONDAY clear"
The rest of the verse evaded them.
Probably door was closed.
Mrs. Vansittart seemed to be greatly
perturbed. Enid, intent on the occupa-
ton of the moment, believed their lit
tie chat was ended. To round it off, so
to speak, she went on quickly:
Il imagine am the most mysterious
person living-in my early history,
mean. Mr.. Brand saw me floating to-
ward this lighthouse in a deserted boat.
1 was nearly dead. The people who
had been with me were gone-either
starved and thrown into the sea or
knocked overheard during collision,
as the boat was badly damaged My
linen was marked Il. T. That is the
only definite fact / can tell you. All
the rest is guesswork. Evidently no.
body cared to claim me. and here /
am"
Mrs Vansittart was leaning back in
the deep gloom, supporting herself
against the door of the bedroom.
what n romancev' she said family.
"A vague one. and this Is no time to
gossip about it. Can get you any
thing?'
Enid felt that she really must not
prolong their conversation, and the
other woman's exclamation threatened
further talk.
'No. thank you. You'll excuse me, l
know. Ny natural Interest,"
But Enid, with q parting smile, was
halfway toward the next landing ard
Mrs. Vansittart was free to re-entcr
the crowded apartment where her fell
low sufferers were wondering when
they would see daylight again. She
did not stir. The darkness was intense,
the narrow passage drafty. and the
column thrilled ana quivered in an I'M
nerving manner She heard the clang
Of q door above and knew that Enid
had gone into the second apartment
given over to the women. Somewhere
higher up was the glaring light Of
which she had faint recollection,
though she was almost unconscious
when unbound from the rope and car
ried into the service room.
And at that moment, not knowing il,
she had been near to Stephen Brand.
might have spoken to him, looked into
his face. What was he like? she won
dered. Had he aged greatly with the
years? A lighthouse keeper! OF all
professions In this wide world how
came he to adopt that? And what ugly
trick was fate about to play her that
she should be cast ashore on this DESC
late rock where he was in charge?
Could she avoid him? Had she been
injudicious in betraying her knowledge
of the past? And how marvellous was
the likeness between Constance and
her father! The chivalrous, high mind
ed youth she had known came back to
her through the mists of time. The
calm, proud eyes, the firm mouth, the
wide expanse of forehead were his.
From her mother-the woman who