The Sisseton weekly standard. (Sisseton, Roberts County, S.D.) 1892-1929, 1907-04-19
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BY CLARA AUGUSTA
CHAPTER xv1.-(CoSr1NuEp.)

What does it all mean? Am I indeed
awake, or is 1T only a painful dream?"
He read the few lines of the missive
a third time. Something of the ole
dominant spirit Of Archer Trevlyn came
back to him.
There Is some misunderstanding.
Margie has been told some dire false
hood" he exclaimed, starting up. ~
will know everything. She shall ex-
plain fully"
He seized his hat n hurried to her
residence. The family were at break
last, the servant said, who opened the
door. He asked to see Miss Harrison.
Miss Harrison left this morning, sir,
IN the early express" said the man, eye
Ing Trevlyn with curious interest.
Went in the early train! Can you
tell me where she has gomez"
II cannot. Perhaps her aunt, Miss
Farnsworth, or Miss Lee can do So"
Very WE'LL" he made a desperate eff
fort to seem calm, for the servants OBJ
servan eye warned him that he was
not acting himself. "Win you please
ask Miss Lee to favor me with a few
minutes Of her time?"
Miss Lee came into the parlor where
Archer waited, a little afterward.
Archer, himself, was not more changed
thar she. Her countenance was pale,
even to ghastliness. with the exception
of a bright red spot on either cheek,
and her eyes shone with such an I'M
natural light, that ever Archer, alb
sorbed as he was In his own troubles,
noticed 1t. She welcomed him quietly,
in q somewhat constrained voice, and
relapsed into silence. Archer plunged
at once upon what he came to ascer-
tain.
The servant tells me hat Miss Har-
rison left New York this morning. I
am very anxious to communicate with
her. Can you tell me whittier she has
gomez
II cannot. She left before any of the
family were up, and though she left
notes for both her aunt and her BUSH
ness agent, Mr.. Farley, she did not i'll
either of them mention her destina-
ton"
And did she not speak to you about
it?"
oIO dlu LOl. L SpSIL d pdlL vi ldSL
evening with her. just before you anne
but she said nothing to me of her in
tention. She was not quite we'll, and
desired me to ask o to Xcuse her
from going to the opera"
"And did you not see her this morn.
ing?"
mo. I have not seen her since I left
her room to come down to you last
night. When I returned from my inter-
view with o l tapped at her door
in fact, l tapped at it several times dur
Ing the evening, for l feared she might
be worse-but l got no reply, and sup
posed she had retired. No one saw her
this morning, except Florine, her maid,
and Peter, the coachman, who drove
her to the depot"
And she went entirely alone?"
She did from the house. Peter too
her in the carriage"
From the house! But after that?"
he asked, eagerly.
"M-. Trevlyn," she said, coldly, lex
cuse me-"
II must know!" he cried; passionately
grasping her arm; tell me-, did she set
out upon this mysterious journey
alone?"
II must decline to answer you"
But / will not accept any denial!
Miss Lee, you know what Margie was to
me. There has arisen a fearful mis-
understanding between us. 1 must
have it explained. Why will you trife
with me? You must tell me what you
know"
81 do not wish to arouse suspicion,
Mr.. Trevlyn. which may nave no founda-
ton to rest on. Only for your peace Of
mind do I withhold any Information 1
may possess on the subject"
ut is a cruel kindness. Tell me
everything at once, 1 beg of your
"Then, if it distresses you, do not
blame me; Peter saw Mr.. Louis Cas-
tram at the depot, and is confident he
went in the same train, in the same car
with Miss Harrison"
"Castrani! Great Heaven!" he stag
gered into a chair. els it possible?
Margie, my Margie. that 1 thought so
good and pure and truthful, false to me!
1t cannot, cannot be! l will not believe
it,"
L oo INV q yOu w, ooAo AiSAo
drine, proudly. 81 insinuated nothing.
l only replied to your question"
Pardon me, Miss Lee. am not
quite myself this morning. I will go
now. l thank you for what you have
told me, and trust it will all be ex-
planned"
81 trust So" answered Miss Lee, turn
ing to cave the room.
Stay a moment! To what depot did
Peter drive herr"
"The Northern, I think he said"
Again 1 thank you, and good morn
ing"
He hurried away, got into the first
coach he came across, and was driven
to the Northern depot.
He was somewhat acquainted with
the ticket agent, and assuming as non
chalant al air as was possible in his
present disturbed state, he strolled into
the office After a little indifferent