The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1910-05-06

Il know that; and you tried to save
Helen. She was blind and misguided.
She had believed in her father and the
last blow crushed her. Everything
looks dark to her. She refuses to
come over this morning; she thinks
she can not face her uncle, her cousin
or you again"
But she must come" said. at
will be easier to-day than at any later
time. There's Gillespie. calling me
now. He's going across the lake to
meet Arthur and Rosalind. l shall
take the launch over to the island to
bring Henry We should all be back
at Glenarm in an hour. Please tell
Helen that we must have her, that no
one should stay away"
Miss Pat looked at me oddly, and
her fingers touched a stalk of holly
hook beside her as her eyes rested
on mine.
Larry" she said, do not be sorry
for Helen If pity is all you have for
her."
laughed and seized her hands.
Miss Pat, / could not feel pity
for any one so skilled with the sword
as she! 1t would be gratuitous, She
put up a splendid fight, and it's to her
credit that she stood by her father
and resented my interference, as she
had every right to to. She was not
really against you, Miss Pat; II merely
happened that you were in the way
when she struck at me with the foil,
don't you see?"
mot just that way, Larry, and
she continued to gaze at me with a
sweet distress in her eyes; then,
"Rosalind is very different" she added.
81 have observed It! The ways in
which they are utterly unlike are re-
markable; but mustn't keep Gillespie
And some foreboding told me that
sorrow had not yet done with her.
Gillespie shouted impatiently as l
ran toward him at the boathouse.
ITS the Stiletto," he called point.
ing to where the sloop lay, midway of
the lake. "She's in a bad way"
THE storm blew her out" sug-
ing badly, as though water-logged,
struck me ominously
WED better pick her up" he said;
and he was already dropping one of
the canoes into the water. We pad.
died swiftly toward the sloop. The
lake was still fretful from the storms
flashing, but the sky was without fieck
of 40 he ~ he
steamers was crossing from the vi.
lage, her whistle echoing and reecho-
ing round the lake.
THE sloop's about done for said
Gillespie over his shoulder: and we
drove our blades deeper. The Stiletto
was floating stern-on and rolling log
gily, but retaining still l thought,
something of the sinister air that she
had worn on her strange business
through those summer days.
''She went to bed all right; see. her
sails are furled snug and everything's
in shape. The storm drove her over
here" said Gillespie. "Shes struck
something, or somebody's smashed
her."
unassisted had blown her from Battle
Orchard across Lake Annandaie: but
we were now close upon her and seek
ing for means OF getting aboard.
shes bit sloppy" observed Gil.
lespie, as we swung round and caught
hold. The water gurgled drunkenly
in the cuddy, and broken lantern rat
cd hn hal 60 4.
climbed over, sending me off a little
as he jumped aboard. and / was work.
ing back again with the paddle when
he cried out in alarm.
AS l came alongside he came back
TO help me, and when he bent over to
catch the painter l saw that his face
was white. & m -
I'VE might have known It," he said.
TITS the last and worst that could hap
PEN" ~ sod
Face down across the cuddy lay the
body of Henry Holbrook. His water
soaked clothing was torn as though
in fierce struggle. A knife thrust
In the side told the story; he had
crawled to the cuddy roof to get away
tAOht tHt WATER anu ndu Qicu tutIt.
1T was the Italian" Said Gillespie.
They must have had row last night
sitter we left them, and 1t came to
this. He chopped n hole in the Stilet-
to and set her adrift to sink"
/ looked about for the steamer,
which was backing away from the pier
al Port Annandale, and signaled her
with my handkerchief. And when
faced Gillespie again he. pointed ST.
lently toward the lower lake, where a
canoe rode the bright water.
Rosalind and her father were on
their way from Red Gate TO Glenarm.
Two blades flashed In the sun as the
canoe came toward us. Gillespie's lips
quivered and he tried to speak as he
pointed to them; and then we both
turned silently toward st. Agathas,
where the chapel tower rose above tho
green wood.
Stay and do what Is to be done"
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