The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1910-10-28

sank breathlessly into a chair and
pulled of her gloves.
II spoke to a Lane!" announced
Adora defiantly.
Mrs. Wynne stared incredulously.
(which one?" she snapped.
"Silas Lane, himself"
The older woman's lips were set In
straight line and her needles flashed
in the sunlight.
II merely uttered three words" ex-
planned Adora: II was passing through,
the woods when Mr.. Lane spoke to
me-he said my great-grandfather had
annexed the brook years ago when he
surveyed the woodland. He said we
never had owned it, and that it was
theirs. And he could prove it by show
ing US the records; so I said to him:
Is that true?' When he said it was
came home. Is it true. Aunt ANN"
Il don't know" returned Mrs
Wynne, obstinately.
"Have you seen the records?" per.
sisted Adora.
"No-and I don't want to! That
brooks been in my family as long as
can remember and I shall always con-
slider 1t mine! Your Uncle Will al
ways spoke as If it belonged to US
no, I don't want to see any records!"
But, Aunt Ann, If you are so sure
that it is yours, why not examine the
records-then you can prove that you
are right"
M>s. Wynne's face flushed deeply
and her voice trembled when she
spoke: go and examine the records
YOURSELF"
Adora jumped to her feet and pulled
on her gloves with little nervous jerk
ing movements. Every well. And If
we are in the wrong 1 shall acknowl-
edge 1t by speaking to the Lanes
whenever / meet them"
The door closed behind her, and
Mrs. Wynne leaned forward and gazed
wistfully from the window at her de-
parting form.
Adora found the recorders clerk
busy In the outer Office, and stated
her Grand
The records are in the vault, Miss
Adora, and you'll find some one in
there now, I think. He's looking up
the same record, ard he'll show it to
you" The clerk turned away to at
tend to newcomer.
The vault was small. steel-lined
room, whose shelves were filled with
bulky volumes. Under a swinging
lamp young man was bent above a
big book. He turned as Adora stepped
forward. 1t was John Lane.
"Oh!" said Adora, breathlessly. in
response to his bow, and then she add
ed, with sudden frankness: Il came
here to examine the records to see II
1t Is really true that the brook has
always belonged to your people,"
John Lane smiled. "And I came to
see If there was hot some mistake
about our claim-and the brook might
be returned to your aunt"
But why?" asked Adora.
Because" smiled John Lane, enig-
matically. but something in his eyes
told Adora the reason why, and her
own fell In confusion.
1AedSe snow me the records and
tell me the TRUTH" said Adora. earnest.
ly. 1T all seems so foolish, some.
how-the feud and everything"
I'm afraid 1t is ours" admitted
John Lane. as he explained the mat
ter to Adora, and when she was quite
convinced, and the clerk had furnished
her with copies Of the record, that
Mrs. Wynne might also be convinced.
the two walked slowly homeward in
the sunset.
A yellow light streamed over the
glistening expanse of snow and formed
| a golden path over which they trod in
some new-found happiness, too full
for words. The few sentences they
had exchanged had been commonplace
enough, but there was another Ian
guage that came to both of them. all
untaught, as it does to every one Of
us some time or another.
Mrs. Wynne saw them coming up
the frozen path, and the strained look
in her eyes gave place to one of in
tense relief.
Il guess Adora's found the brook
belongs to Silas Lane now-but some
how, have feeling that it will still!
belong to the family. l always did
like Johnny Lane!" And she arose
to open the door.