Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-01-30
CHAPTER XVI. The Passino of Olivia.

CHAPTER XVI.
 The Passing of Olivia.
 It was from Stoddard that learned the truth about Olivia, and am not, I fear, greatly ashamed of hiving in- vited him to dinner merely to pump him as to the Armstrong; of Cincin- 'nati and their daughter. Olivia's father, Stoddard informed me, was 8 retired physician of wealth, who lived at Walnut Hills. I can hear now the great roars of laughter that broke from him as kept protesting that the girl in gray had seen at the An nandale station was Olivia Gladys Armstrong. It was only when we set tied down to comparison of our inn pressions that the truth gradually dawned upon me-that the girl in gray was not Olivia Gladys Arm strong but Marian Devereux. The whole thing was ridiculous-my den- sity, my stupid acceptance of the ground on which Marian Devereux had chosen to meet me; and was not convinced until the big chaplain had given me circumstantial description of the real Olivia-a child of 15, with a gypsy face and dark hair and eyes.
 Where has Miss Devereux gone?"
 ''Why, to Cincinnati, with Olivia Gladys Armstrong" he answered. "They's great chums. you know"
 On top of my mail next morning lay a small envelope. unstamped. and ad- dressed to me in a free running hand.
 Ferguson, the gardner, left it," ex. 'plained Bates.
 I opened and read:
 'If convenient will MT. Glenarm kindly look in at St. Agatha's some day this week at four o'clock. Sister Theresa wishes to see him."
 I whistled softly. My feelings to- ward Sister Theresa had been those of utter repugnance and antagonism. I had been avoiding her studiously and was not little surprised that she should seek an interview with me. Quite possibly she wished to inquire how soon expected to abandon Glen arm House; or perhaps she wished to admonish me as to the perils of my soul. In any event liked the quality of her note and was curious to know why she sent for me; moreover, Ma rian Devsreux was her niece and this knowledge had changed my attitude toward the institution beyond the wall.
 At four o'clock I passed into St. Agatha's territory and rang the bell at the door of the building where had left Olivia the evening found her in the chapel. A Sister admitted me. led the way to a small reception room where, imagined, the visiting parent was received. and left me. I felt . good deal like a school boy who has been summoned before a severe mas ter for discipline. I was idly beating my hat with my gloves when a quick step sounded in the hall and instantly brown-clad figure appeared in the doorway.
 It was a deep. rich voice. voice of assurance, a voice. let me say, of the world-the voice. too, I may add. of . woman who is likely to csme to the point without ado. The white band at her forehead brought into relief two wonderful gray eyes that were alight with kindliness. She surveyed me a moment, then her lips parted with smile.
 This room is rather forbidding; if you will come with me"
 She turned with an air of authority that was a part of her undeniable dis tinction, and I was seated a moment later in a pretty sitting room whose windows gave view of the dark win ter wood and frozen lake beyond.
 I'm afraid, Mir. Glenarm. that you are not disposed to he neighborly, and you must pardon me If I seem to be pursuing you"
 Her smile. her voice. her manner were charming. I had pictured her a sour old woman, who had hidden away from a world that had offered her no pleasure.
 The apologies must all be on my side, Sister Theresa. I have been greatly occupied since coming here distressed and perplexed. even"
 rann. r,Hfa- h- rtr.- sion that there are ghosts in your house," she said. with a smile that disposed of the matter.
 She folded her slim white hands and spoke with simple directness.
 MT. Glenarm, there is something wish to ask you. but I can say it only if we are to be friends. have feared you might look upon us here as enc mics"
 That is a strong word" I replied evasively.
 Let me say to you that hope very much that nothing will prevent your inheriting all that Mir. GIenarm wished you to have from him"
 Thank you; that is both kind and generous I said with no little sur prise
 Not in the least I should be dis loyal to your grandfather. who vas my friend and the friend of my family if did not feel kindly toward you and wish you well And I must say for my niece"
 Miss Deyereux- found . certain pleasure in pronouncing her name
 Miss Devereux Is very greatly dis turbed over the good intentions Of