Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1910-05-14

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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. t2If-&s3a 1de4G E=
But she nBst comet 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- 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 wei must have her. that no
one should stay caway'fgEs .--s-ff5ss87E
Miss Pat looked at me oddly and
her fingers tducheds.a stalk Of holly
hook beside her as her eyes rested
Larry she said, do not be sorry
for Helen # pity is All you have for or
/ her. So " -
Iiaughed and seized her hands.
Miss Pat, I could not feel pity
/ for any one so skilled with the sword
as shell Its.wouln 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; it merely
happened that you were in the way
when she struck at me with the foil,
don't You see?'fI s5.el5@ 5-sie-r IS
Not Just that way, Larry and
she continued to gaze at me with
sweet distress in her eyes; then,
~ IND -ic-u n ch R
II have observed it! The ways in
which they are utterly unlike are re-
| narkable; but ICmustn't keep Gillespie
waiting. Good-by for q little while y
And some, forebodingl 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. shes in a bad way
| n THE storm blew her out L sug-
gestedy butstte sight of the boat, list
| ing badly as though swaterIogged,
struck me ominously, 1e.s.f +s5.sz1
| 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. sleop. The
lake was still fretful from the storm s
| flashing, but the sky, was without heck
| of flaw The earliest of the little
I steamers was crossing from the vii
| lagey her whistle echoing and reecho-
| ing round the lake. - 80 tS
1.-THE sloops 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.
1 or of he Cir1ic far ir al q
had worn on her strange business
! through those summer days.
stShe wentFto bed all right; see, her
sails are fur1ed snug and everything g
| in shape. The storm drove her over
here" said Gillespie. She's struck
something, or somebody's smashed
| her. @ E z7AA
1t seemed impossible that the storm
unassisted had blown her from Battle
| Orchard across Lake .Annandale;; but
/ we were now close upon her and seek
| ing for means of getting aboard.
.-She's a BIT sloppy" observed Gil
fespie, as we swung round and caught
hold The water gurgied drunkeniy
in the cuddy, and a broken lantern rat
| tied on the deck. 1 held fast as he
| climbed over sending me off little
as he jumped aboard, and l was work
/ ing 1Dack# again WIFI the pduule 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 1 saw that his face
was white.
I'VE might have known it," he said
Its the last and worst that could hap
pen
4 Face down across the eaddy lay the
body of Henry Holbrook. His water
soaked clothing was torn as though
in a fierce struggle. A knife thrust
In the side told the story; he had
crawled to the cuddy roof to get away
from the water. and had died there.
TT was the Italian, said Gillespie
I-.They must have had row last NIGH
after we left them, and 1t came Etc
this. He chopped a hole in the StiIet
to and set her adrfft to sink.
Il 1 looked about for the steamer
q which was backing away from the piel
at Port Annandale, and signaled hel
| with my handkerchief. And when
| faced Gillespie again he pointed 81
lentIy toward the lower lake, where 6
canoe rode the bright. water.
Rosalind and her father were or
their way from Red Gate to Glenarm
| Two blades flashed in the sun as The
| canoe came toward u.s. GillesDfes Hps
| | Quiyered and he tried to speak as he
pointed-toz them and then. we boil
turned silently toward St. Agatha's
where the chapel tower rose above ths
| green wood.
Stay and do what. is to be DONE"
safdf Il will find Helen and tell her,
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