The Red Cloud chief., 1906-11-09

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~ was han- inc around. ju { as ono
pro h,eics n storm after an electrical
feeling in the air. Mrs, N0nsittart roc.
ucuivel Erand and made her cllcula
tiuas iccp"lin ~. Let ~ give her the
credit cue to her. hs soon as she dis
covered him. the marriage project was
or"
81 had that Kind of impress Ion my
self. Glad | mentioned ii u YOU now"
"Or course You are. I'll rot any rca-
sonablp man that Mrs. NHusi,tHrt In
tended TO leave Pcn2nncc Tomorrow ~
soon as she had made You understand
that she could not, under any circum-
stances. become my aunt
4 ghost of Il smile lifted across Nj
Trails face. His ncphcw's way of
putting things was delightfully."- III
e~quivocal.
"What we are apt to lose sight Of
continued pync. 'iS the manu"r iN
which Brand received what must have
been Il staggering blow. He met his
wife tonight after Il separation of more
than twenty years. AMI how he took
II. w nth it SI'tN' II WIS l'NllN III Nv
behalf. The thing Is too amazing. OF
course, now that the thunder ana li"ht-
ming have started. the sky will clear all
the sooner"
"Unhappily. such affairs do not ar
range themselves so readily" snapped
Lady Margaret. She was becoming
more angry with each wave of reflec-
ton. young men like you do not real
lie the effect of suCh-such unpleasant
exposures of family life. How will
the early history of her parents affect
the future of Constance Brand? AS
for the other girl
Her ladyship threw up her hands In
helpless abandonment. To her mind
the adoption of poor Enid. the sea
waif, assumed n darker appearance
now that Brands matrimonial adven-
lures revealed sinister features.
Jack Stanhope caught her by the
shoulder.
Mother" he cried, before you say
another word let me tell you something
you ought to know. Enid Is Mr..
Trails %daughter!"
Now, this good woman loved her son
dearly. All her Thoughts were Of him
and for him. Her look Of blank mere
dulity yielded to the confirmation she
saw writ on all three faces.
She burst into tears.
Apparently I am the last person to
be taken into anybody's confidence
she sobbed.
Madam" said Mr.. Trail, bending
over her, Gin this instance at least
you have no cause to feel aggrieved
Neither the girl herself, o her sister
by adoption, nor Mrs. Vansittart, to
whom, until the past half hour, I con,
sidered myself to be engaged, Is aware
Of the undoubted fact which your sor
has just told you. Let me say that I
as her father, am proud to think she
has won the affections of such a mar
as Stanhope. There Is no reason why
you, his mother, should not be equally
satisfied with the pedigree and pros,
poets Of my daughter"
His calm assumption of a rank equal
If not superior to her w was con,
vincing to a woman of her tempera.
iiNbt. <NSSuICuis mat CNCLIiS was u
memorable n to her ladyship. The
repose of We're de We're was rudely
shocked for once. Nevertheless the
knowledge that her lifelong ambition
had been realized in n way little
dreamed Of by any of those most con-
cerned was In itself %consoling. Mr.
Trail, quite unconsciOusly, loomed
large in the social eye of Penzance
and the widowed lady had not been sc
long withdrawn from the wealth wor,
Shipping world OF London as to be
wholly unleavened with the worship OF
the golden calf.
So it was with quickened interest
that she set herself to listen to the
story of Ends p~arentage. and, If hel
fear of local gossip mongers shrank as
her perception of Ends real social pc
sition increased much may be forgiven
to the motherly sentiment that no wife
can be too good for an excellent son.
Meanwhile Brand and the sorrow
laden girls, ushered by o~bsequious
servants to the entrance hall, were con
strained to comfort themselves will
true British phlegm in view of the in
terest caused by their appearance.
The hour was not late, about $3.50
Even while the hall porter was sum
moning a cab the news spread, within
and without, that the lighthouse keeper
and his daughters, whose exploits fillet
the minds Of all men, were standing
neal the door.
Several people, complete strangers
came to them and offered warn
congratulations. A smart journals
pressed forward and wove his Owl