Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-05-24
THAT is what l am going to find

| How then? Are you going tn Elm
| hurst as you look nOw?"
mo. l shall find out many things
| by first finding the Baroness Won Ritz
And before they could make further
protests was out and away.
hurried now to Il certain side street,
of which | nave made mention, and
knocked confidently at a door | know.
| The neighborhood was asleep in the
warm sun. | knocked a second time,
and began to doubt, but at last heard
slow footsteps.
There appeared at the crack Of the
door the wrinkled visage of the old
serving woman, Threlka. I knew that
she would be there in precisely this
way, because there was every reason
in the world why it should not have
been. She paused. scanning me close
ly. then quickly opened the door and
allowed me to step inside. vanishing as
was her won't | heard another step
in the half hidden hallway beyond, but
this was not the step which | awaited:
tating l started forward as a face
appeared at the parted curtains. A
glad cry welcomed me in turn. A
tall, bent form approached me. and an
arm was thrown about my shoulder.
1t was my whilom friend, our ancient
scientist. Won Rittenhofen! l did not
pause to ask how he happened to be
there. 1t was quite natural, since 1t
was wholly impossible. l made no Won
der at the Chinese dog Chow, or the
stared, and silently vanished. Seeing
these, knew that their strange protec-
tor must also nave won through safe.
"Ach, Colt! Gesegneter Gott! / see
you again, my friend!" Thus the old
doctor.
But tell me-" I interrupted, "where
Is the mistress of this house, the Bar
oness Won Ritz"
He looked at me in his mild way.
"You mean my daughter Helena?"
Now at last l smiled. His daughter!
This at least was too incredible. He
turned and reached behind him to lit
tie table He held up before my eyes
my little blanket clasp of she'll Then
l knew that this last and most impos-
sible thing also was true, and that in
some way these two had found each
other. But why? What could he now
mean?
s.T ~ l,n n L
tell you. I wass in the street one day.
When l walk alone, | do not much no.
tice. But now, as l walk, before my
eyes on the street, l see what? This
this, tine Tah Cook! At first, | see
nothing but It, Then l look up Be-
fore me iss a woman, young and beau
tiful. Ach what should / do but take
her in my arms!"
1T was she; it was"
my daughter Yess, my daughter.
1t iss Helena. | haf not seen her for
many years, long, cruel years. l sup
pose her dead. But now there we were,
standing, looking in each others eyes!
We see there Ach, Gott! what do
we not see? Yet in spite of all, 1t
wass Helena! But sine shall tell YOU"
He tottered from the room.
l heard his footsteps pass down the
hall. Then softly, almost silently. Hell
ena Won Ritz again stood before me.
The light from a side window fell upon
her face. Yes, it was she! Her face
was thinner now, browner even than
was its wont. Her hair was still faint
" sunburned at it's extremities by the
western winds. Yet hers was still i'm
perishable youth and beauty.
held out my hands to her "Ah,"
cried, you played me false! You ran
away! BY what miracle did you come
through? l confess my defeat. You
beat me by almost half year"
But now you have come" said she
simply.
Yes, to remind you that you have
friends. You have been here in secret
all the winter. Mr.. Calhoun did not
know you had come. Why did you not
go to him."
Il was waiting for you to come. Do
you not remember our bargain? Each
day | expected you. In some way,
scarce knew how, the weeks wore on
And now find you both here-you
and your father-where | would expect
to find neither Continually you vio-
late all law of likelihood. But now.
YOU have seen Elisabeth"
"Yes. have seen her." she said, still
simply.
I could think of no word suited to
that moment | stood only looking at
her. She would have spoken, but no
the instant raised hand as though
to demand my silence | heard a loud
knock at the door, peremptory, COM
manding, as though the owner came.
"You must go into another room,'
said Helena Won Ritz to me hurriedly.
"Who is it? Who is it at the dnor?'
asked.
She looked at mo calmly. 1T is Sir
Richard Pakenham." said she. "This
is his usual hour | will send him
away. Go now-quiCk!"
rapidly passed behind the screening
curtains into the hall. even as | heard
a heavy foot stumbling at the tnreSh-
old and a somewhat husky voice offer
some sort Of salutatiOn.
ITO be Continued