The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1910-05-06

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 tC
come over this morning; she thinks
she can not face her uncle, her cousin
or you again
But she must come" ! said. III
will be easier to-day than at any later
time. There's Gillespie, calling me
now. He's going across the lake 10
meet Arthur and Rosslind. shall
take the launch over TO the island 10
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. l could not feel pity
for any one so skilled with the sword
as she! 1t would be gratuitous! She
put up 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; 1t merely
happened that you were in the way
when she struck at me with the foil,
| don't you see?"
Not just that way, Larry, and
she continued to gaze at me with
sweet distress in her eyes; then,
"Rosalind is very different" she added.
4 have observed it! The ways in
which they are utterly unlike are re-
markable; but mustn't keep Gillespie
waiting. Good-by for a little while"
And some foreboding told me that
sorrow had not yet done with her.
Gillespie shouted impatiently as I
ran toward him at the boathouse
It's the Stiletto," he called, point
ing to where the sloop lay, midway Of
the lake. She's in bad way"
The storm blew her out" I sug-
gested, but the sight of the boat, list.
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 feck
of flaw. The earliest of the little
steamers was crossing from the VII
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
glly, but retaining still, l thought, |
something Of the sinister air that she |.
had worn on her strange business
She went to bed all right; see. her
sails are furled snug and ererything's
N shape. The storm drove her over
here, said Gillespie. She's struck
something, or somebody's smashed
her"
1t seemed impossible that the storm
unassisted had blown her from Battle
Orchard across Lake Annandale; but
We We're now close upon her aad seek.
Ing for means Of getting aboard.
She's a bit sloppy observed Gil
lesple' as we swung round and caught
hold. The water gurgled drunkenly
IN the cuddy, and broken lantern rat
tied On the deck. I held fast as he
over, sending me of a little
as he jumped aboard, and l was work.
ing back again with the paddle when
ne cried out in alarm.
AS came alongside he came hack
o help me, and when he bent over to
latch the painter l saw that his face
vas white.
We might have known it." he said.
Its the last and worst that could han
)en."
race down across the cuddy lay the ,,
'ody OF Henry Holbrook. His water.
oaked clothing was torn as though
4 fierce struggle knife thrust
the side told the story; he had
ra~led to the cuddy roof to get awav
roiA the water and had died there
1t was the Italian" said Gillesnie
They must have had a row last night
1ter We left them, and it came TO
his. He chopped hole in the sti)et. 8
and set her adrift to sink" :
l looked about for the steamer
mich was backing away from the pier
| Port Annandale, and signaled her
nth my handkerchief. And when
aced Gillespie again he pointed 81
entity toward the lower lake, where a
anoe rode the bright water.
Rosalind and ner father were IN q
leir way from Red Gate to Glenarm =
Wo blades flashed IN the sun as the
anoe came toward us Gillespie's lips
QlVereQ and he tried In cnealy ee IN