The Irish standard., 1909-03-20
cHAPTER I.
Telegram from Paul stoddard.

Stoddard's telegram was brought to
me on the Glenarm pier at four
o'clock Tuesday afternoon, the 5th of
June. am thus explicit, for all the
matters hereinafter described turn
upon the receipt of Stoddard's mes
sage, which was, to be sure. harmless
enough in itself, but, like many other
scraps Of paper that blow about the
world, the forerunner of confusion and
trouble.
My friend, Mr.. John Glenarm. had
gone abroad for the summer with his
family and had turned over to me
enjoy it's seclusion and comfort while
writing my book on Russian Rivers"
II John Glenarm had not taken his
family abroad with him when he went
to Turkey to give the sultan's engi-
neers lessons in bridge building; it
] had not accepted his kind offer Of
the house at Annandale for the sum-
mer; and 1t Paul Stoddard had not
sent me that telegram. should never
have written this narrative. But such
was the predestined way of it. I rose
from the boat was caulking. and.
with the waves from the receding
steamer slapping the pier, read this
message:
Stamford. Conn, June 5.
Meet Miss Patricia TIolbrool1 AMMAN
dale station. five twenty Chicago express
and conduct her to st. Agatha's school.
where she is expected. She will explain
difficulties. I have assured her of your
RvTnnafhv and aid Wih nj lo}o
necessary. Imperative engagements call
me elsewhere. STODDARD.
To- say that I was angry when
read this message is to belittle the
truth. I read and re-read it with
growing heat. I had accepted Glen
arms offer of the house at Annandale
because It promised peace, and now
was ordered by telegraph to meet a
strange person of whom ! had never
heard, listen to her story, and tender
my sympathy and aid. glanced at
my watch. 1t was already after four.
delayed in transmission" was
stamped across the telegraph form
] learned later that it. had lain half
the day in Annandale, New York
so that I was now face to face with
the situation, and without opportunity
to fling his orders back to: Stoddard
If I wanted to. Nor did I even know
Stamford from STEAMBOAT, and I am
rot yet clear in my mind-being an
1rtshman with rather vague notions of
American Observation-Disclosures Con-
necticut is north or south of Massa.
chusetts.
"Ijima!"
I called my Japanese boy from the
boathouse, and he appeared, paint
brush in hand.
Order the double trap, and tell
them to hurry"
I reflected. as I picked up my coat
end walked toward the house, that If
any one but Paul Stoddard had sent
Tie such a message I should most Ger.
tainly have ignored it; but knew him
as man who did not make demands
or impose obligations lightly. AS the
founder and superior of the Protestant
religious Order Of the Brothers Of
Bethlehem he was. knew, an ex-
ceedingly busy mar. His religious
house was in the Virginia mountains;
but he spent much time in quiet, hum
BILE service in city slums, in lumber
camps. in the mines of Pennsylvania;
and occasionally he appeared like
prophet from the wilderness in some
great church Of New York, and
preached with marvellous eloquence
to wondering throngs.
The trap swung into the arched
driveway and I babe the coachman
make haste to the Annandale station.
The handsome bays were soon trot-
ting swiftly toward the village, while
! drew on my gloves and considered
the situation. A certain Miss Hol-
brook, of whose existence had been
utterly ignorant an hour before. was
about to arrive at Annandale A
clergyman, whom I had not seen for
two years, had telegraphed me from
a town in Connecticut to meet this
person. conduct her to St. Agatha's
school-just closed for the summer, as
knew-and to volunteer my services
in difficulties that were darkly indi-
Gated in telegram of As words. The
sender Of the message I knew to be
serious character and a gentleman
of distinguished social connections.
The name Of the lady signif1ed moth.
ing except that she was unmarried:
and as Stoddard's acquaintance was
among all sorts and conditions Of
men I could assume nothing more
thaa that the unknown had appealed
to him as priest and that he had
sent her to Lake Annandale to shake
off the burdens of the world in the
conventual air Of st. Agatha's.
The Chicago express whistled for
Annandale Just as we gained the edge
Of the village. It paused grudging
moment and was gone before we
reached the station. ! jumped out
and ran through the waiting room to
the platform. where the agent was
gathering up the mail bags, while an
assistant loaded truck with trunks.
glanced about, and the moment was
an important one in my life. Stand.
Ing quite alone beside several pieces