Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1910-01-12

came to Port Annandale to escape Henry.
Domen rs sympathzed With the two
noying sutton Donovan discovered and
sR9eeginald GilleeSSpie, sutton for, the: hand Of
MASS Helen HolbrOOk. Gillespie dsap-
peaE~d the following morning. rough
Iailor appeared and was ordered away.
Donovan saw Miss Holbrook and her IA
fought an italian assassin He met the
man he supposed was Holbrook, but who
said he was Hartridge. canoe-maker.
CHAPTER v-cantinued.
He spoke the name carelessly, his
manner and tone implying that there
could be no debating the subject. I
was prepared for evasion, but not for
this cool denial Of his identity.
But thts afternoon. Mr.. Holbrook,
CHANGED to follow the creek to this
point and I saw"
"You probably saw that houseboat
down there, that IS my shop. AS
tell you, I am a maker of canoes. They
have, hope, some reputation-honest
hand-work; and my output is limited.
l shall be deeply chagrined if you
have never heard Of the Hartridge
canoe"
He shook his head in mock grief,
walked to a cabarette and took up
pipe and filled it. He was carrying
off the situation WE'LL but his cool
ness angered me.
mr.. Hartridge, I am sorry that I
must believe that heretofore you have
been known as Holbrook. The fact
was clenched for me this afternoon,
quite late, as I stood in the path be-
low there. heard quite distinctly a
young woman call you father
so? Then you're an eavesdropper
rs we'll as a trespasser!" the
man laughed.
I'VE will admit that l am both" l
dared, nngrily.
you are considerate, Mr.. Dono-
van!"
1.-The young woman who called YOU
father and whom you answered from
The deck of the housebeat IL a person
know"
"The devil!"
He calmly pulled his pipe, holding
the bowl in his fingers, his idle hand
thrust into his trousers pocket.
1T was Miss Helen Holbrook that
saw here, Mr.. Hartridge."
He started, then recovered himself
and peered into the pipe bowl for a
second; then looked at me with an
amused smile on his face.
"You certainly have a wonderful i'm
agination.. The person you saw, if you
saw any one on your visit to these
premises to-day, was my daughter,
Rosalind Hartridge. Where do you
think you knew her, Mr.. Donovan?"
Il saw her this morning at St.
Agathas school. not only say her,
but talked with her, and 1 am neith-
er deaf nor blind"
He pursed his lips and studied me,
with his head slightly Titled to one
side, in a cool fashion that did not
like
Rather an odd place to have met
this Miss-what name, did you say?
Miss Helen Holbrook;-a closed
schoolhouse, and that sort Of thing"
"You may ease your mind on that
point; she was with your sister, her
aunt, Mr.. Holbrook; and I want you
to understand that your following
Miss Patricia Holbrook here is in
famous and that have no other bust
ness but to protect her from YOU"
He bent his eyes upon me gravely
and nodded several times.
"Mr. Donovan" he begin, II repeat
that I am not Henry Holbrook, and
my daughter-is my daughter, and not
your Miss Helen Holbrook. Moreover,
If you will go to Tippecanoe or to
Annandale and ask about me you will
learn that I have been a resident OF
this community, working at my trade,
That of canoe-maker. That shop
down there by the creek and this
house, built myself"
But the girl"
"Was not Helen Holbrook, but my
daughter, Rosalind Hartridge. She
has been away at school, and came
home only week ago. You are clear
~ mistaken; and if you will call, as
you undoubtedly will, on your Miss
HOlbrook at St. Agathas in the morn
Ing, you will undoubtedly find your
young lady there quite safely in
charge of-what was the name, Miss
Patricia Holbrook?-tn whose behalf
you take so praiseworthy an interest"
He was treating me quite as though
l were stupid schoolboy, but raj
lied sufficiently to demand:
If you are so peaceable and only
boatmaker here, will you tell me
why you have enemies who are so
anxious to kill you? I imagine that
murder isn't common on the quiet
shores of this little creek, and that an
Italian sailor is not employed to kill
men who have not past of some sort
behind Them"
His brows knit and tho Jaw under
his short beard frightened. Then he
smiled and threw his pipe on the
cabarette.
II have only your word for it that
there's an Italian in the wood-p!]e. Il
have friends among the country folk
here and in the lake villages who can
vouch for me. AS I am not in the
least Interested In your affairs shall
not trouble you for your credentials;
but as the hour is late and I hope I
have satisfied you that we have no
acquaintance in common, will bid
you good night. If you care for boat
10 carry you home"
"Thank you, not" I jerked.
He bowed with slightly exaggerated
courtesy, walked to the door and