Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1910-04-06

| daisies, and walked toward her slow
ly-it must have been slowly-and
think we were both glad of a mo-
ment's respite in which to study each
| other. Then she spoke at once, as
though our meeting had been prear-
ranged.
II hoped I should see you," she said.
| gravely.
Il had every intention of seeing
you! I was killing time until I felt
I 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"
I laughed. Il, camped in barn last
night for fear shouldn't get here in
time"
II wish to speak to you for a few
minutes-to tell you what you may
have guessed about us-my father and
| me-
Eyes; if you like; but only to help
you If l can. It is not necessary for
you to tell me anything."
|
the daisy field. She walked swiftly,
holding back her skirts from the
crowding flowers, traFersed the garden
of Red Gate, and continued down to
the houseboat.
Eve 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.
II 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 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-
you!"
''But the daylight is not helping thAt
idea. Your are marvelously alike. and
yet" I 1oundered mise-ably In tcy
uncertainty.
""Then"-and she smiled at my dis
comtiture, If you can't tell US apar:, 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 tho
night before. I still stood, gazing
down at Rosalind. Fashion, I saw,
had done something for the amazing
resemblance. She wore her hair In
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 her
cheek against her hand that Helen
| had; and before she spoke she moved
her head tritle to one side, with 4
pretty suggestion Of just having been
startled from reverie, that was Hell
ems trick precisely.
She forgot for moment our serious
affairs, to which was not in tho least
; anxious to turn, in her amusement At
, my perplexity.
. 1T must be even more extraordinary
than I imagined. I have not seen
l Helen for seven years. She is my
, cousin; and when we were children to.
: gether at Stamford our mothers used
, to dress us alike to further the re-
, semblance. Our mothers, you may not
4 know, we're not only sisters; they
J, were twin sisters! But Helen is, I
< think, trifle taller than I am. This
. little mark''-she touched the peak
Y lis really very curious. But our moth
J. ers and our grandmothers had it. And
a you see that speak little more rap
/ idly than she does-at least that used
l to be the case. I don't know my
t I grown-up cousin at all. We probably
e have different tastes, temperaments,
/ and all that"
t II am positive of it," I exclaimed:
yet was really sure of nothing, save
l that I was talking to an exceedingly
pretty girl, who was amazingly like an
4 other very pretty girl whom I knew
q much better.
"You are her guardian, so to speak.
1 Mr.. Donovan. You are taking care OF
: my Aunt Pat and my cousin. Just
how that came about don't know"
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