The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1909-05-08

know, she. said, lifting her head
proudly. Il know that my father has
done nothing dishonorable. He has
told me SO, and l am content with
that"
bowed, not knowing what to say.
II have been here only once or
twice before, and for short visits only.
Most of the time have been at a con-
vent in Canada, where l was known as
Rosalind Hartridge. Rosalind, you
know, is really my name; was named
for Helen's mother. The sisters took
pity on my loneliness. and were very
kind to me. But now am never 60
ing to leave my father again"
She spoke with no unkindness or
bitterness, but with gravity born of
deep feeling. marked now the lighter
tfmbre of her voice. that was quite diff
ferent from her cousins: and she
spoke more rapidly as she had said,
her naturally quick speech catching at
times the cadence Of cultivated
French. And she was a simpler ma
ture-I felt that; she was really very
unlike Helen
You manage canoe pretty WE'LL"
| ventured still studying her face, her
voice. her ways, eagerly.
That was very foolish, wasn't IT,
my running in behind the procession
that way" and she laughed softly at
the recollection. But that was pro.
fessional pride! That was one of my
fathers best canoes, and he helped me
to decorate 1t. He takes a great de.
light in his work: IT'S all he has laft!
And | wanted to show those people at
Fort Annandale what really fine ca
noe-a genuine Hartridse-was like.
l did not expect to run into you or
Aunt Pat"
You should have gone on and
claimed the prize. 1t was yours of
right When Your star vanished
thought the world had come to an
end"
ut hadn't, you see! put ont the
lights so that I could get home I'M
SEEM"
You gave us shock. Please don't
do 1t again: and please. il YOU and
your cousin are to meet. kindly let It be
on solid ground. I'm little afraid,
even now. that you are lady of
dreams"
Not bit Of 1t! enjoy a sound
appetite; can carry a canoe like 4
Canadian guide; I am az good fencer
as my father: and I'm not afraid Of
the dark You see how very highly nc.
complished | am! Now, my cousin
Helen"
well" and I was glad to hear
her happy laugh. Sorrow and loneli-
ness had not stif1ed the spirit Of mis-
chief In her. and she enjoyed vexing
me with references to her cousin.
] walked the length of the room and
looked out upon the creek that ran
singinEly through the little vale. They
were a strange family. these Hol-
brooks, and the perplexities of their
affairs multiplied. How to prevent
further injury and heartache and dis.
aster; how to restore this girl and her
extled father to the life from which
they had vanished: and how to save
Miss Pat and Helen-these things
possessed my mind and heart. sat
down and faced Rosalind across the
table. She had taken up a bright bit
Of ribbon from the work.basket and
was slipping 1t back and forth through
her fingers.
THE name Gillespie was mentioned
here last night. Can you toll me just
now he was concerned in your "a
theirs affairs?" asked.
He was the largest creditor Of the
Holbrook bank. He lived at Stamford.
whore we all used to live"
This Gillespie had son. l sup
pose he inherits his fathers claims"
She laughed outright.
II have heard of him. He is . re-
markable character, 1t seems. who
does ridiculous things. He did as
child. l remember him very we'll as
droll boy a. Stamford, who was al
ways In mischief. | had forgotten all
about him until saw an amusing &C
count of him in a newspaper a few
months ago. He had been arrested for
fast driving in Central park; and the
next day he went back to the park
with with boys toy wagon and team
OF goats, as joke on the policeman"
II can we'll believe It! The fellows
here. staying at the inn at Annandale."
80 understand. To be frank,
have seen him and talked with him.
We have had, in fact, several interest
ing intervie ws"-ands she laughed mer-
dily.
Where did all this happen?"
Once. out on the lake, when We
were both prowling about in canoes.
] talked to him, but made him keep his
distance. I dared him to race me. and
finally padded of and left him. Then
another time. on the shore near St.
Agatha's. | was taking an observation
Of the school garden from the bluff,
and Mr.. Gillespie came walking
through the woods and made love to
me. He came SO suddenly that I
couldn't run, but saw that he took
me for Helen, In broad daylight, and
IL"