The Irish standard., 1909-05-01

A Rihe.shot Rang Out and My Horse
SHED Sharply.
upon the beribboned work.basket. He
nodded toward 1t, his eyes lighting I'm.
pleasantly.
There seems to be q woman" he
remarked with q sheer of implica.
ton.
Yes" replied Holbrook, calmly.
there is; that belongs to my daush.
tor"
Where is she?" demanded the 9th.
err glancing anxiously about.
I'm bed. I fancy. You need have no
fear Of her"
Silence fell upon them again. Their
affairs were difficult. and Holbrook,
waiting patiently for the other to
breach his errand. drew out his to.
lsacco pounch and pipe and began to
smoke.
Patricia is here and Helen is with
her." said the visitor.
Yes we are all here, it seems" re.
marked Holbrook. dryly. TITS nice
family gathering"
u suppose you haven't seen them?"
demanded the visitor.
Yes and no. I have no wish to meet
them: but I've had several narrow
escapes. They have cut me- off from
my walks; but shall leave here
shortly"
Yes. you are going. you are 60
ing ho Wet
II am going, but not until after You
have gone" said Holbrook. by some
strange fate we are all here. and IT. is
best for certain things to be settled
before we separate again. have tried
to keep out of your way; I have sunk
my identity: have relinquished the
things Of life that men hold dear
honor. friends. ambition, and now you
and ! have got to have settle.
ment."
you seem rather sure of yourself"
sneered the older, turning uneasily in
his chair.
y am altogether sure Of myself. I
have been fool, but see the error
of my ways and ! propose to settle
matters with You now and here You
have got to drop your game of annoy
ing Patricia; you've got to stop using
your own daughter as a spy"
you lie, you lie!" roared the other,
leaping to his feet. "Yon cannot in
sinuate that my daughter is not act
ing honorably toward Patricia"
MY mind had slowly begun to grasp
tho oil -
before me. Holbrook, alias Hartridge,
the boat-maker of the Tippecanoe, was
not Henry Holbrook. but Henry's
brother. Arthur! and sought at once
to recollect what ] knew Of him. An
instant before I had half turned to
20, ashamed Of eavesdropping upon
matters that did not concern me; but
the Voice that had sent me held to
the window. It was some such meet
ing as this that Helen must have
feared when she sent me to the house.
boat. and everything else must await
the issue Of this meeting.
You had better sit down, Henry"
said Arthur Holbrook. quietly. And
] suggest that you make less noise.
This is lonely place. but there are
human beings within hundred
miles" f
Henry Holbrook paced the floor .
moment and then flung himself into
chair again. but he bent forward
angrily. nervously beating his hands
together. Arthur went on speaking,
his voice shaking with passion.
II want to say to you that you have
deteriorated until you are a common
damned blackguard. Henry Holbrook!'
You are Backyard and a gambler.
And you have made murderous at
tempts on the life of your sister; you
drove her from Stamford and you
tried to smash her boat out here in
the lake. ! saw the whole transaction
that afternoon, and understood 1t all
how you hung off there in the Stilet-
to and sent that beast to do your dirty
work"
II didn't follow her here: I didn't
follow her here!" ragged the other.
mo; but you watched and waited
until you traced me here. You were
not satisfied with what had done for
you. You wanted to kill me before I
could tell Pat the truth; and if IL
hadn't been for that man Donovan
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