The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-08-26

said as he tied the painter " Mr..
lane's ga, aboa'i ;he yacht s'.
Thinks he will sleep .hara"
Ronald vas co1scDcs U , sense
OF relief; he would b free 70 ;h,nk
uninterruptedly of Cara to spend
the evening recalling her and dwell
/ ing on the mental picture in which
he had been engaged during the
day lie went over the books that
| had been brought ashore to the cha
let. and chose half dozen, giving
unusual thought to the selection. and
changing his mind a number of times
and enyied the books the touch Of
her hand, the gaze OF the wonderful
eyes.
He started in the boat early in the
afternoon of the next day, with the
books carefully tied up in piece
OF sailcloth, and his heart leaped
as he saw the speck Of white-so
small that it would not attract the
attention of anyone not on the look.
out for (which formed the signal.
He rowed up cautiously, landed,
and was placing the books at the
foot OF the tree, when he heard a
step, and, raising his head, he look.
ed up into the eyes which had been
haunting him. He sprang to his feet,
his sunbunt face aglow his eyes
radiant with his JOY at her pres
ence. oh, you've come!" he breathed
rather than spoke.
Yes" she said gravely Il have
come to tell you----"
He looked round and pointed TO
little hollow in which they would
be hidden from the sight OF any
boat passing in the bay.
Let us go there and sit down."
he said.
She hesitated moment, and then
she went to the hollow; but she
stood, as if she intended the inter.
view to be short one.
Il put the handkerchief there.
came to tell you that-that ] do
not wish you to bring the books"
But I've brought thcm," said Ron
aid, with mild expostulation. Here
they are. But never mind them just
now-though 1 hope you'll read them
and like them. Has anything happen
ed since was here? You look 500
grave"
My father has gone to the Island"
to her the Island" always meant
Sicily; he will be away some days,
week perhaps" She stopped
suddenly, for Ronalds face was a
tell-tale one, and there was no mis-.
taking it's eXpression--'har of anN-
ie'J She bit her lips and looked
away from him. "He n5s got .ome
work there, think"
You Think" he said. Doesn't he
yeH YOU what he is dong"
NO" she replied why should
he?"
"Oh, / don't know. It's usual for a
father to tell his daughter what he
is doing" Ronald remarked 'espe-
cially when she is placed as you
are"
He never does" she said 81 do
not know why he left and went to
England, to the mill; / do not know
why he came back
Ronald stared at her; then suddenly
with a touch of earnestness, as if
he had the right to protect her, he
asked:
He is--knd TO you?"
"Oh, yesl" she said; "as kind az
most fathers-I suppose. But we do
not talk much; he is very silent,
and likes to live away from other
peop,e; so that there is little TO
talk about, excepting the fishing and
Nita's poultry
Il see," said Ronald, though he
didn't in the least understand; but
he began to feel that there was
some kind of mystery connected
with this strange parent who i'm
INJURED his daughter on remote
island apart from the rest Of the
world. 'tAnd he is going to be away
for a week. or more perhaps, and
leave you alone with a bit Of a
slavey!'
Why not?' she said. as she had |
shid the other night. Il am quite |.
safe. But I have said what I came
to tell you. You must not leave T,
the books; you must not come again,
please"
Ronald regarded her blankly.