Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1906-05-11


aeien Grace must be deceived-it was a
contemplate thing to do-and he would
nave none other but himself He stub
oornly took it all upon his own shout
ders.
1 suppose" said Helen at last, 'that
ne wants to CO."
VI course" was the answer. What
sailor would not? But 1 persuaded him
i The fault is all mine"
one looked up sharply.
And Mr.. Easton?' she inquired, with
keen logic.
Yes, yes; but l chose your brother.
Inc matter rests with me, and-the
blame"
What has Mr.. Easton to do with it?"
she asked; and he knew that she was al
ready preJudiced against the American.
lie is getting up the expedtion-the
first one"
And he goes with you?"
No." replied Tyars II have already
told you-he is physically incapacitat-
ed
She gave a little laugh-a very un-
pleasant laugh for a man to hear from
the lips of a woman. Fortunately Mat
thew Mark Easton was spared the cru
city of hearing it.
| like you" she said, for telling
me. There were SO many other ways of
DONG lt-so many easier ways for you
but you chose to tell me yourself
| 10 this he said nothing. Despite his
capable air, despite an unusual rapdity
OF thought which took the form of action
IN emergencies, he was not able to reel
Off glib phrases at the proper moment
Suddenly her proud self-restraint SEEM
ed to give way.
| II suppose" she said, softly, almost
pleadingly, that nothing will deter your
One word from you would deter me-"
he said, "but l do not think that you
will say it,"
No." she answered, with a smile: 81
am not going to ask you to let my broth
er of"
| Il did not know how he was circum-
stanced when l first met him." said Ty-
ars; Il did not know of your existence"
"Of course" she said, with a little
shrug of the shoulders, Il am not going
to be silly and stand in my brothers
way. Only it would have been so much
better could you have found some one
like yourself-without brother or sister,
or any one to care much for him. It is
not only for myself"
She stopped suddenly. There was a
moment of tense silence. Then he slowly
approached her until the little table alone
separated them.
Miss Grace" he said, slowly, what
| do you mean?"
| She was not the kind of woman to
resort to subterfuge or useless denial, and
she therefore held her tongue. At the
same time she began to feel very help
less. With Oswin, with her father, and
with all men whom she had hitherto
known, she could hold her own, but with
Claud Tyars it was different. There was
! in his presence force which did not
take the form of words. He merely stood
| still, and his silence was stronger than
any words she had yet heard. Then he
spoke slowly and quite gently:
You must tell me-" he said, what
you mean
She glanced up at him appealingly be-
meath her lashes, at bay and yet almost
mastered. He softened a little.
"Unless," he added, lit would be a
breach of confidence"
NO" she answered, sit is not that
| for no one has confided in me-but
| think"
"You are not sure?" he interrupted,
eagerly.
Eyes, Mr.. Tyars, 1 am sure"
He turned away again and went to-
ward the window. She mechanically took
up her work, and for some time both
were fully occupied with their own
thoughts.
The short winter day was drawing in
before Claud Tyars left Brook street. AS
he shook hands with Helen, he said:
Il had the pleasure of meeting Miss
Winter the other evening"
yes" said Helen, ''she told me-"
| That was ALL but they understood each
other. A stress upon a single word, a
glance, little hesitation, will say so
much that cannot be set down in print.
The unfinished conversation was termi-
mated Claud Tyars knew that there
was some one else to watch and wait for
OsWin Grace if he went to the Arctic
| seas.
He had only been in the room an hour
a dismal November afternoon-and yet
there was difference in his life as he
| left the door. 1t does not take long to
| make a friend.
Ito be continued.)