Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1910-05-19

take the launch over to the island to
bring Henry. We should all be back
at Glenarm in an hour. Please tell
| Helen that we must have her, that no
| one should stay away"
Miss Pat looked at me oddly, and
her fingers touched stalk of holly
hook beside her as her eyes rested
on mine.
Larry" she said, "do not be sorry
for Helen If pity is all you have for
her."
laughed and seized her hands.
Miss Pat, / could not feel pity
| for any one so skilled with the sword
as she! 1t would be gratuitous! She
put up a splendid fight, and it's to her
credit that she stood by her father
and resented my interference, as she
had every right to to. She was not
really against you, Miss Pat; 1t merely
happened that you were in the way
when she struck at me with the foil,
don't you seer"
mot just that way, Larry,
she continued to gaze at me with a
sweet distress in her eyes; then,
"Rosalind is very different" she added
81 have observed 1t! The ways in
which they are utterly unlike are re-
markable; but mustn't keep Gillespie
waiting Good-by for little while!"
And some foreboding told me that
sorrow had not yet done with her.
Gillespie shouted impatiently as
ran toward him at the boathouse.
tits the Stiletto," he called, point.
ing to where the sloop lay, midway of
the lake. "She's in bad way"
THE storm blew her out" I sug.
gested, but the sight of the boat, list
ing badly, as though water-logged,
struck me ominously.
WED better pick her up" he said;
and he was already dropping one OF
the canoes into the water. We pad.
died swiftly toward the sloop. The
lake was still fretful from the storms
lashing, but the sky was without fleck
of flaw. The earliest of the little
steamers was crossing from the vii
! ing round the lake.
"The sloop's about done for" said
| Gillespie over his shoulder; and we
drove our blades deeper. The Stiletto
! was floating stern-on and rolling log
gily, but retaining still, l thought,
something of the sinister air that she
had worn on her strange business
through those summer days.
"She went to bed all right; see, her
sails are furled snug and everything 8
in shape. The storm drove her over
here" said Gillespie. ''She's struck
something, or somebody's smashed
her"
1t seemed impossible that the storm
unassisted had blown her from Battle
Orchard across Lake Annandale; but
we were now close upon her and seek.
ing for means of getting aboard.
"She's bit sloppy" observed Gil,
lespie, as we swung round and caught
hold. The water gurgled drunkenly
in the cuddy, and broken lantern rat.
climbed over, sending me off a little
as he jumped aboard, and was work,
ing back again with the paddle when
he cried out in alarm.
AS I came alongside he came back
to help me, and when he bent over to
catch the painter / saw that his face
was white.
I'VE might have known It," he said
ITS the last and worst that could hap
PEN"
Face down across the cuddy lay the
body of Henry Holbrook. His water
soaked clothing was torn as though
in a fierce struggle. A knife thrust
in the side told the story; he had
crawled to the cuddy roof to get away
from the water and had died there.
1T was the Italian" said Gillespie
They must have had a row last night
after we left them, and it came to
this. He chopped hole in the Stilet
to and set her adrift to sink"
! looked about for the steamer
which was backing away from the pier
at Port Annandale, and signaled her
with my handkerchief And when
faced Gillespie again he pointed 81
lently toward the lower lake, where q
canoe rode the bright water.
Rosalind and her father were on
their way from Red Gate to Glenarm
Two blades flashed in the sun as the
canoe came toward u.s.. Gillespie's lips
quiyered and he tried to speak as he
pointed to them; and then we both
turned silently toward ST. Agatha's
where the chapel tower rose above the
green wood.
Stay and do what is to be DONE"
THE END.