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

= MUST ASK 1Ou iNot 70 Leave FICiS'
we got home. Then was on the lake
with her the night of the carnival.
Helen did not go with us. And when
you padded by US, Miss Pat was quite
disturbed at the sight of you; but she
| thought it was an Illusion, and
thought it was Helenl"
Il nave Deen nome only few weeks,
but I came just in time to be with IA
Their in his troubles. My uncle's en-
nifty is very bitter, as you have seen.
1 do not understand it. Father has
told me little of their difficulties; but
1 know, she said, lifting her head
proudly, 81 know that my father has
done nothing dishonorable. He has
told me so. and I am content with
that"
1 bowed. not knowing what to say.
II have been here only once or
twice before, and for short visits only
Most of the time 1 have been at a con-
vent in Canada, where 1 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 I am never go
ing to leave my father again.
She spoke with no unkindness or
bitterness, but with gravity born of
deep feeling. I marked now the lighter
timbre 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 simpler ma
ture-I felt that; she was really very
unlike Helen.
You manage a canoe pretty we'll"
1 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 it. He takes a great de-
| light in his work; it's all he has left!
And wanted to show those people at
Port Annandale what a really fine ca
noe-a genuine Hartridge-was like.
did not expect to run into you or
Aunt Pat"
you should have gone on and
claimed the prize. It was yours Of
right. When your star vanished
thought the world had come to an
end"
TT hadn't, you see! I put out the
lights so that could get home I'M
SEEN"
"You gave us a shock. Please don't
do it again.; and please, if you and
your cousin are to meet, kindly let it be
on solid ground I'm a little afraid,
/ even now, that you are a lady of
Dreams"
l.sNot a bit of it! I enjoy a sound
appetite; I can carry canoe like a
Canadian guide; am as good a fencer
as my father; and I'm not afraid of
the dark. You see how very highly &C.
complished I ami Now, my cousin
Helen"
Well" and I was glad to hear
he's happy laugh. Sorrow and Ioneli-
ness had not stified 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
singingly 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 heartaehe and dis
aster; how to restore this girl and her
exiled father to the life from which
they had vanished; and how to save
Miss Pat and Helen-these things
possessed my mind and heart. I sat
down and faced Rosalind across the
Z table. She had taken up a bright bit
of ribbon from the work-basket and
was slipping it back and forth through
her fingers.
THE name Gillespie was mentioned
here last night Can you tell me just
how he was concerned in your "a
Tiers affairs?" 1 asked.
He was the largest creditor of the
Holbrook bank. He lived at Stamford,
where we all used to live
This Gillespie had son. l sup.
pose he inherits his fathers claims"
She laughed outright.
Il have heard of him. He is a re-
markable character, it seems, whs
does ridiculous things. He did as q
child. I remember him very well as
droll boy at Stamford, who was al
ways in mischief. had forgotten all
about him until saw an amusing &C
count of him in 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"
81 can well believe it! The fellows
hero STAYING at fhp inn af Annandale -