The Brownsville daily herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1897-1910, 1909-06-19
CHAPTER XIV.
DaYhreak.

Glenarm. There were long pauses in
our talk Such things as we had seen
and heard that night, in the canoe
makers shop on the little creek, were
beyond our poor range of words. And
In the silences my own reflections
were not wholly happy If Miss Pat
and Rosalind had not followed me to
the canoe-maker's l might have spared
Helen: but looking back, would not
change it now IL / could. Helen had
returned to st. Agatha's with her aunt,
Who would have it so; and We had
parted at the school door, Miss Pat
and Helen, Gillespie and I. with re-
Straint heavy upon Us sii. E:iss *
nau, II seemed, summoned ner lawyer
from New York several days before, to
discuss the final settlement of her ia
TIERS estate; and he was expected the
next morning. 1 had asked them all
to Glenarm for breakfast; and Arthur
Holbrook and Rosalind, and Henry.
who had broken down at the end, had
agreed to come.
AS We talked on, Gillespie and I,
there under the stars, he disclosed,
all unconsciously, new and surprising
traits, and felt my heart warming to
him.
Hes a good deal of a man, that
Arthur Holbrook," he remarked after
a long pause. He's beyond me. The
man who runs the enemy's lines to
bring relief to the garrison, or the
leader of a forlorn hope, is tame after
this. suppose the world would call
him a fool"
Undoubtedly" answered. But
he didn't do it for the world; he did
it for himself We can't applaud a
thing like that in the usual phrases"
NO" Gillespie added; ''only get
down on our knuees and bow our
heads in the dust before it."
He rose and paced the long terrace.
In his boat-shoes and white fannels
he glided noiselessly back and forth,
like a ghost in the star dusk He
paused at the western balustrade and
looked off at st. Agatha's. Then he
passed me and paused again, gazing
lakeward through the wood as though
turning from Helen to Rosalind; and
I knew that It was with her. far over
the water, in the little cottage at Red
Gate, that his thoughts fingered But
when he came and stood beside me
and rested his hand on my shoulder I
knew that he wished to speak of Hell
en- and I took his hand, and spoke to
him to make it easier.
well old mani"
81 was thinking of Helen" he said
$50 was I, Buttons"
They are different, the two They
are very different"
They are as like as God ever made
two people; and yet they are differ
emit"
Il think you understand Helen. I
never did" he declared, mournfully.
you don't have TO-" I replied; and
laughed. and rose and stood behind
him. And now there's something I
want to speak to you about tonight
Helen borrowed some money of you a
little while ago to meet one of her
fathers demands I expect draft for
that money by the morning mail, and I
want you to accept it with my thanks,
and hers. And the incident shall pass
as though it had never been"
About one o'clock the wind fresh
ened and the trees flung out their
arms like runners rushing before it;
and from the west marched a storm
with banners of lightning. 1t was q
splendid spectacle, and we went In
doors only when the rain began to
wash across the terrace. We still
watched 1t from our windows after
we went upstairs, the lightning now
blazing out blindingly, like sheets of
flame from a furnace door. and again
about the house like a fiery
whip
I'VE ought to have brought Henry
here tonight" remarked Gillespie.
Ties alone over there on the island
with that dago and they're likely cele-
brating by getting drunk"
"The Hghtning's getting on your
nerves; go to bed" I called back.
The storm left peace behind and /
was abroad early, eager TO have the
srst shock Of the mornings meetings
,ver. Gillespie greeted me cheerily
Ind told him to follow when he was
-eady. went out and paced the walk
between the house and ST Agatha's
ind as peered through the iron gate
saw Miss Pat come out of the house
md turn into the garden. came upon
Ter walking slowly with her hand.
,lasped behind her. She spoke first
IS though to avoid any expression of
putting out her hand.
Filmy lace at the wrists gave to her
lands a quaint touch akin to that i'm
'arted by the cap on her white head
was struck afresh by the background
hat seemed ALWAYS to be sketched in