The Red Cloud chief., 1907-07-26
Continued from Page Three.)


"tpftllnIy uOl, III uhSNtlth' p'
drew was tortured with doubts abou
rou. lie believed that you were Phyl'
BIS Poynton!'
81 amr' she whispered. 81 was afraid
of him all the evening. He must nave
known"
II seemed to Duncombe that the
rocks and gorse bushes were spinning
round and the ground was swaying un.
der his feet. The wind, which had Kept
them both half breathless, seemed full
Of hooking voices. She was an impos'
TOR. These were her own words. She
was in danger Of detection, perhaps
of other things. At that very moment
Spencer might have gained an entrance
Into Runton House. He felt uncertain
Of himself, and all the time her eyes
watched him jealousy.
"Why did you come here?' she cried,
"Why do you look at me like that! IL
Is no concern of yours who am. why
do you interfcreE'
Everything that concerns you con
Germs me- he answered. II don't care
who YOU are or who you say you are,
| don't ever ask you for any sort OF
explanation. | came to warn you about
Spencer. For the rest, here am l your
friend whatever happens. You are ter
rihed, Don't 90 back to the house.
Give me the right to take care of you.
I'll do it,
Then for the first time a really hu.
man expression lit up her face. Thu
sick fear passed away. Her features
we're suddenly softer. The light in her
eyes was a beautiful thing.
You are k.nd.' she murmured. kind.
sr than | ever dreamed anyone could
be who-knew. VIII you be kinder
still:'
"Try me-" he begged.
Then go away. Forget who | am.
Forget who | am not. Shut yourself III
in your study for twenty-four hours
aud come out without any memories
at all. Oh, do this for me-do this"
she begged, with II Sudden break in her
Toicc.
She leaned Il little toward him. \
long wiSp of her hair blew in his face.
A moment of madness came to him
with the gust of wind which blew her
almost into his arms. Fol one eXqui-
site moment he held her. The violets
at her bosom were crushed against his
coat. Then she tore herself away.
You are mad!' she cried. 1T is my
fault. oh, let me go.'
"Never!" he answered, ~passionately
Slasping at her hand. call yourself
by what name you will, | love you. If
you are in trouble. let me help. Let
me go back to the house with you. and
we will face it together, whatever II
may be. Conner
She wrung her hands. The JOY had
all gone from her face.
'Oh. what have | done?" she moan
I'd. Don't you understand that | an
an impostor? The man down there Il
not my father. I-oh, let me go!'
She w%renched herself free. She STOOD
away from him, her skirt gathered III
into her hand, prepared for flight.
III you would really DO me Il kind
aess,' she cried, get Mr.. Spencer T.
stop his search for me. Tell him t
forget that such a person ever existed
And you too! You must do the same
What have done l have done of m,
own free will. | am my own mistress
I will not be interfered with. Listen!
She turned n white, intent face tC
ward the house. Duncombe could hea
nothing for the roaring of the wine
but the girls face was once more col
yulsed with terror.
what was that?" she cried.
~ heard nothing he answered
"What can one hear? The wind
strong enough to drown even OF
voices"
"And those?" she cried again, poin
ing with outstretched finger to tw
rapidly moving black specks comm
coward them along the winding roa
shich led from the highway to Runto
House.
puncombe watched them for a m
mcnt
''They are the Runton shootil
brakes" he declared. 81 expect Lol
Runton and the rest of them are col
ing back
Coming back" she repeated, with
little gasp. but they We're going
shoot all day and dine there. Thu
are not expected home till past mi
hight."
II expect the shoot Is Off" Du
eombe remarked. zone couldn't pc
slbly hit anything n day like this.
wonder they ever started"
Her face was white enough befol
nut it was deathly now Her II