Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1910-03-23

both have the conceit of our wisdom!"
There may be something in that"
"But it was decent of you to get me
out of that Italians clutches this after
noon. When I went over there l
thought I might find Henry Holbrook
and pound some sense into him; and
he's about due, from that telegram.
If Miss Pat won't soften her heart I'd
better buy him off," he added reflec-
lively.
We walked the long length of the
hall into the library, and had Just
lighted our cigars when the butler
sought me.
BEG pardon, the telephone, sir"
My distrust of the telephone is so
deep seated that I had forgotten the
existence of the instrument in Glen
arm house, where, I now learned, it
was tucked away in the buffers pam
try for the convenience of the house.
keeper in ordering supplies from the
village. After moments parley a
woman's voice addressed me distinctly
"a voice that at once arrested and
held all my thoughts. My replies
we're, fear, somewhat GREATNESS and
Wholly stupid.
'This is Rosalind; do you remember
me?"
Eyes; l. remember; remember
nothing e1se!" I declared. lima had
closed the door behind me, and was
alone with the voice-a voice that
spoke to me of the summer night, and
of low winds murmuring across star
ny waters.
II am going away. The Rosalind
you remember is going a long way
from the lake and you will never see
her again"
But you have an engagement;
when the new moon"
But the little feather of the new
moon is under a cloud, and you cannot
see it; and Rosalind must always be
Helen now"
"But this won't do, Rosalind. Ours
was more than an engagement; it was
a solemn compact" I insisted.
"Oh, not so very solemn!" she
laughed. "And then you have the
other girl that isn't just me-the girl
of the daylight, that you ride and sail
with and play tennis with"
ooh, haven't her; I don't want
her,
'Treacherous man! Volatile Irish.
mani"
marvellous, adorable Rosalind!"
HThof will ~ r..
then with quick change of tone she
| asked abruptly:
''You are not afraid of trouble, are
you?"
II live for nothing else!"
"You are not SO pledged to the Me
you play tennis with that you cannot
serve Rosalind if she asks it,"
mo; you have only to ask. But ]
must see you once more-as Rosa.
lind!"
"stop being silly, and listen care
fully" And thought I heard a sob
In the moments silence before she
spoke.
Il want you to 60, at once, to the
house Of the boat-maker on Tippeca
noe creek; go as fast as you cant" she
implored.
ITO the house of the man who calls
himself Hartridge, the canoe-maker, at
| Red Gate?"
eyes; you must see that no harm
comes to him tonight"
| There was no mistaking now the
sobs that broke her sentences, and my
mind was so a-whirl with questions
that stammered incoherently.
will you go-will you go?" she de-
manded in a voice so low and broker
that I scarcely heard.
| Eyes, at once,' and the voice van
ished, and while I still stood staring
at the instrument the operator at An
Mandate blandly asked me what number
wanted. The thread had snapped
and the spell was broken. I stared
helplessly at the thing of wood and
wire for half minute; then the girls
appeal and my promise rose in my
mind distinct from all else. I ordered
my horse before returning to the Ii
brary, where Gillespie was coolly turn
ing over the magazines on the table
| ! was still dazed. and something in nv