The Jackson herald., 1910-01-27

relief OF being free is too blessed TO
throw away. / really slept through
the night can't tell you what
boon that is!"
"Why, Sister Margaret had to call
us both at eight" exclaimed Helen.
THAT is almost too wonderful for be.
lief"
"0h, the nights here are tranquility
itself! Now. as to the drive"
Let us wait another day, Mr.. Dono-
van. feel that we must make assur-
ance doubly sure" said Miss Pat; and
this. of course, was final.
II was clear that the capture of Gil.
lespie had not disturbed the slumber
of st. Agatha's. My conscience
pricked me trine at leaving them so
ignorantly contentcd: but Gillespie's
appearance was hardly menace, and
though | had pledged myself to warn
Helen Holbrook at the first sign of
trouble. determined TO deal with him
on my own account. He was only an
infatuated fool. and | was capable. l
hoped, of dlsposing OF his case with
out taking any one into my conf
dence. But first IL was my urgent
business to find him.
got out the launch and crossed the
lake to the summer colony and began
my search by asking for Gillespie at
the casino, but found that his name
was unknown. ] lounged about until
lunch time, visited the golf course
that lay on bit of upland beyond the
cottages and watched the players un-
I'll satisfied that Gillespie was not
among them, then l went home for
luncheon.
A man with bandaged arms. and
clad In q dressing gown, cannot go
far without attracting attention: and
l was not in the least discouraged by
my fruitless search. | have spent
considerable part of my lffe in the
engaging occupation OF looking for
men who were hard TO find, and as
smoked my cigar on the shady ter.
race and waited for lima to replenish
| the launch's tank. felt confident that
! before night | should have an under.
standing with Gillespie IL he were still
In the neighborhood OF Annandale.
The midday was warm, but cooled
my eyes on the deep shadows of the
wood, through which at intervals /
saw white sails flash on the lake. All
| bird-song was hushed, but wood
| pecker on n dead sycamore hammered
away for dear life. The bobbng OF
his red head must have exercised
some hypnotic spell, for | slept a few
minutes, and dreamed that the wood.
pecker had bored a hole in my fore
head. When | reused il was with n
start that sent my pipe Gathering to
the stone terrace floor. A man who
has ever camped or hunted or been
hunted-and ! have known all three
eXperiences-always scrutinizes the
horizons when he wakes, and | found
myself staring into the wood. As my
| eyes sought remembered landmarks
here and there, | saw a man dressed
as a common sailor skulking toward
the boathouse several hundred yards
away. He was evidently following the
school wall to escape observation, and
| rose and stepped closer to the bal.
ustra6e to watch his movements. In
a moment he came out into a little
open space wherein stood stone
tower where water was stored for the
house, and he paused here and gazed
about him curiously. | picked up a
feld-glass from little table near by
and caught sight of a swarthy foreign
face under a soft felt hat. He passed
the tower and walked on toward the
lake, and l dropped over the balus.
trade and followed him.
| The Japanese boy was still at work