The Brownsville daily herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1897-1910, 1909-05-15

me-"
res; II you IKE; but only 90 help
you if can. 1t is not necessary for
you to tell me anything"
She turned and led the way across
the daisy field. She walked swiftly,
holding back her skirts from the
crowding flowers, traversed the garden
of Red Gate, and continued down to
the houseboat.
1--WE can be quiet here" she said,
throwing open the door, ''My father
is at Tippecanoe village, shipping one
of his canoes. We are early risers.
you sect"
She grew grave again.
81 have important things to say to
you, but it's just as well for you to
see me In the broadcast of of daylight,
so that"-she pondered a moment, as
though to be sure of expressing her
self clearly-"so that when you see
Helen Holbrook in an hour or so in
that pretty garden by the lake you
will understand that it was not really
Rosalind after all that-that- amused
you'll"
"But the daylight is not helping that
idea. Your are marvelously alike, and
yet" I fioundered miserably in my
uncertainty.
''Then"-and she smiled at my dis
comfture, ''if you can't tell us apart, it
makes no difference whether you ever
see me again or not. You see, Mr.
but did you ever tell me what your
name is? Well, 1 know it, anyhow,
Mr.. Donovan"
The little workable was between
us, and on it lay the foil which her
father had snatched from the wall the
night before l still stood, gazing
down at Rosalind. Fashion, 1 saw,
had done something for the amazing
resemblance. She wore her hair in
the pompadour of the day, with ex-
actly Helen's sweep; and her white
gown was identical with that worn
that year by thousands of young wom-
en-. She had even the same gestures,
the same little way of resting her
cheek against her hand that Helen
had; and before she spoke she moved
her head a trifie to one side, with a
pretty suggestion Of just having been
startled from reverie, that was Hell
ems trick precisely.
She forgot for moment our serious
affairs, to which 1 was not in the least
anxious to turn, in her amusement at
my perplexity. @
ut must be even more extraordinary
than imagined. / have not seen
Helen for seven years. She is my
cousin; and when we were children to-
gether at Stamford our mothers used
to dress us alike to further the re-
semblance. Our mothers, you may not
know, were not only sisters; they
were twin sisters! But Helen is, 1
think, trifie taller than l am. This
little mari" touched the peak
is really very curious. But our moth
ers and our grandmothers had it. And
you see that 1 speak a little more rap
idly than she does-at least that used
" NC lnC OaoC. L QOu hnOW my
grown-up cousin at ALL We probably
have different tastes, temperaments,
and all that"
q am positive of it," 1 exclaimed;
yet l was really sure of nothing, save
that I was talking to an exceedingly
pretty girl, who was amazingly like an
other very pretty girl whom / knew
much better.
You are her guardian, SO to speak,
Mr.. Donovan. You are taking care of
my Aunt Pat and my cousin Just
how that came about don't know
They were sent to st. Agatha's by
Father Stoddard. an old friend of
mine. They had suffered many annoy
ances, to put it mildly, and came here
to get away from their troubles"