The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1910-06-15

SAASAASS
Every words true. You can go
down to the Office this minute and ask
the clerk to prove 1t to you. l wish
your aunt would make up her mind to
be good friends and"
But Adora had sped back across the
brook, and when Silas had finished
speaking she was quite out Of sight
among the trees.
Aunt Ann Wynne was quietly knit
ting when Adora burst into the room;
the girls cheeks were aglow with ex-
element and her soft eyes shone with
expectation.
whatever is the matter, Adora?"
asked her aunt. curiously, as Adora
sank breathlessly into chair and
pulled off 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
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 1t, and that it was
theirs. And he could prove 1t by show
ing us the records; so said to him:
rs that true?' When he said 1t was
came home. Is it true. Aunt ANN"
II don't know" returned Mrs
| Wynne, obstinately.
| "Have you seen the records?' per.
| sisted Adora.
"No-and l don't want to! That
brooks been in my family as long as
can remember and shall always con-
slider 1t mine! Your Uncle Will al
ways spoke as If it belonged to us
no, don't want to see any records!"
"But, Aunt Ann, if you are so sure
that 1t is yours, why not examine the
records-then you can prove that you
are right"
Mrs. 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 we'll. And If
we are in the wrong 1 shall acknowl.
edge 1t by speaking to the Lanes
whenever l 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 errand.
"The records are in the vault, Miss
Adora, and you'll find some one in
there now, l think. He's looking w
the same record, and 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: II 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 came to
see If there was not 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.
please show 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 it 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
golden path over which tl.~y trod II
some new-found happiness, zoo full
for words. The few sentences the,
had exchanged had been commonplace
enough, but there was another Ian
guage that came to both of them, al
untaught, as 1t does to every one o
US some time or another.
Mrs. Wynne saw them coming vi
the frozen path. and the strained lool
in her eyes gave place to one Of in
tense relief.
II guess Adora's found the brool
belongs to silas Lane aow-but some
how. I have feeling that 1t will still
belong to the family. I always dit
like Johnny Lansi" And she aros'
to open the door.
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