The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1910-03-04

though our meeting had been prear-
ranged.
Il hoped I should see YOU" she said,
grayely.
Il had every intention Of seeing
you! | was killing time until | felt
| might decently lift the latch of Red
Gate"
She inspected me with her hands
clasped behind her.
please don't look at me like that
l laughed Il camped in a barn last
night for fear | shouldn't get here in
time"
81 wish to speak to you for a few
minutes-to tell you what you may
have guessed about us--my father and |
me-"
Yes; if you like; but only to help |
you if l 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 see."
She grew grave again.
81 have important things to say to
you, but it's just as we'll for you to
see me in the broadcast of of daylight,
so that"-she pondered 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!"
But the daylight is not helping that
idea. Your are marvelously alike, and
yet" I floundered 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, I 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, | saw,
had done something for the amazing
= resemblance. She wore her hair in
u 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 WON
en-. She had even the same gestures
:, the same little way of resting hel
Il cheek against her hand that Heller
= had and before she spoke she moved
- her head trifle to one side, with
8 pretty suggestion of just having beer
startled from reverie, that was Hell
- ems trick precisely.
- She forgot for a moment our serious
=. affairs, to which was not in the leas
:, = anxious to turn, in her amusement a
i, my perplexity.
1T must be even more extraordinar
"a than l imagined. | have not see
10 cousin; and when we were children tt
gether at Stamford our mothers use
{, to dress us alike to further the RI
,s semblance. Our mothers, you may nc
I'd know, were not only sisters; the
u were twin sisters! But Helen is,
no think, a trifle taller than / am. Th1
rd little mark"-she touched the peak
no lis really very curious. But our mot
ers and our grandmothers had it. An
or you see that speak little more ra
"a. idly than she does-at least that use
od to be the case. | don't know m
IN grown-up cousin at all, We probab
have different tastes, temperament
and all that"
81 am positive of it," exclaimed
yet | was really sure of nothing, sa'
that l was talking to an exceeding
roc pretty girl, who was amazingly like a
av other very pretty girl whom | kne
he much better.
no. "You are her guardian, so to spes
cid Mr.. Donovan. You are taking care
Ike my Aunt Pat and my cousin. JU
il how that came about don't know
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