The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-08-17

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 She stared at the portrait, yellow with age and the name of the photo- Erabher. who had taken it. She knew the face, but she could not understand why 1t was suddenly thrust before her notiee, why 1t had flashed out ef the pretty face grew old and haggard, and her hands trembled. She knew that she had to say something, and she did not know what to say.
 ''Yes.e she muttered feebly: ''oh, yes, os ceurse.'
 Sir Henry Gaunt, full of the great ness of his family, did not notice her confusion. He was, fortunately. fond of repeating himself, in order to empha- size the value of his statements.
 "Sir Richard Gaunt," he said proudly, ass good a chap as ever there was. The wreck of the Santigan-you re- member it. I dare say he died as nobiy as his ancestors before him. We have rone of us ever bAen afraid to face death"
 Mrs. Iampirthy collected her thoughts, and gazed at the portrait, as though it were the face of dead friend. The man, whoever he was. was dead. That much was certain. fet there was a good deal that she wished to learn about him.
 Your brother7" she said with a look of sympathy. How sadl Oh. yes, Af course. I remember the wreck ot the santigan. But this is an old portrait It is SO faded"
 Tt was taken fourteen years age," seid Sir Henry solemnly, "It Is the last we have of him. He couldn't hsar being photographed, I often wish we had q picture to place with the others of our race"
 Oh, yes: what 2 pity ysu aaven't" said Mrs Lampirthy She was thlnkr ing of the other picture which hung in the Long Gallery. She understood why Sihyl was % like the portrait of Gladys Gaunt.
 "Yes. that is poor Dick" said Sir Henry, taking the photograph from her hands "A good chap. bit wild. but generous, and high-spirited, dare say, Mrs. Lsmpirthy, you will hear III of my peoF brother in these parts, but believe me when I say that he had al' the fighting spirit of our race"
 Tt is maet tnteresting," said Mrs. LauhpiFthy. with an effort at wsll-bred indifference. Tt must be a great thtnG to belong to family which fought where was it that Sir Richard Gaunt feught----~"
 "Poietiers," said Sir Henry. with . smile. "Bat there. Mrs. Lampirthy, I've bored you. I am an old fossil, dare wy &Hee W SNN&A e@t4Aesftf9 HN AAAN stN ht%As tinae.s
 @LaughingY" said Mrs. i.smpirthy. with face SO ghAstly that 1t forbade any though Of nlrth. "0h, mo- Sir Hem ". I have been most interested. But where Ia Sibylf We ought to he maiS- ing Q start. She has some children coming In to tea"
 of the windowa and looked across the lawns.
 T don't see them, Mrs. Lampirthy--- on. yes, they're on the cliffs. Come out- side and look through the telescope"
 Mrs. Lampirthy followed him on to a broad veranda, and placed her eye te the telescope. She saw her daughter clinging to the arm of Lady Gaunt. and the sight did not please her.
 They'll be back in ten mlnutes,' said Sir Henry, Aand you'll be home in an hour. suppose you can do the thirty miles In the ilour-~no policemen about here in the daytime. They're out all night after poachers, and sleep most of the day. By the by. suppose you saw nothing of chat preaching fellow on your way here. The police have had a nice job with hdm from first to last"
 Mrs. Lampirthy mads no reply. HAr eyes were fixed on her daughter and Lady Gaunt She was wondering why the child moved so slowly. Sir Henry, a little piqued at her inattention, rang the bell. and gave instructions about the motor.
 A quarter of an hour later the pow erful car was tearing up and down the hills which lay between Watersmeet and GAunt Royal Sihyi ehattered like a small spaTrow. Childlike, she was full of enthusiasm for her newly-found friend. ttt
 Mrs. Isampirthy heard nothing but the quick pulse and thFob of the en- zines. The car seemed to be saying the same three words again and again
 He 10 dead. He is dead. He Is dead. He Is dead" That was all the car had to say on the matter.