The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1911-01-12
MAX PEMBERTON

simple morning gown of muslin; and a
bunch of roses had been crushed by her
nervous fingers and the leaves scat
tered, one by one, upon the ground.
At my coming the color rushed back
though afraid of me. / stood my
ground, however, for her sake and my
own. Now must 1 speak with her; now.
once and forever, tell her that which
l had come to Santa Maria to say.
Miss Fordibras," / said quietly, you
are in trouble and I can help you"
h did not answer me. A food Of
tears seemed to q her.
Yes. said, and how changed
she was from my little Joan Of Dieppe.
crossed the arbor inc seated myself
near her.
The grief of being misnamed the
daughter of a man who is unworthy
am mistaken. You are not the
daughter of Hubert Fordibras. You
are no real relative Of his?"
Did my father tell you that?" she
asked me, looking up amazed.
he has told me nothing a V that I
or your companion at the breakfast
cable. Miss Aston, I suppose, is de-
tatned?"
Miss Aston is at the Villa San Jorge.
l did not wish to come alone, but my
father insisted. That's why you found
me crying. I hate i'll hate this place
and everyone about it. You know that
do. DR.. Fabos. They cannot hide any
thing from you. I said SO when first 1
saw O in London. You are one OF
those men to whom women tell every
thing. l could not keep a secret from
you if my life depended upon it."
rs there any necessity to do so,
| Miss Fnr1ihroS 2 No rNt saw, o,,o@
best told to u friends 2"
Il will tell you nothing dare not!"
she exclaimed at length, wrestling Wis
IDLY with a wild desire to speak. at
would not help you; it could not serve
you. Leave the place at once, DR..
again. Go right now! Say boodbye to
me and try to forget that such a person
exists. That's my secret; that's what
| anne up here to tell you, never mind
Ing what you might think of me-
That's a fine word of wisdom" ]
said; b u it appears to me that I want
a pair of wings If I am to obey you.
Did they not tell you hi 1 am a
prisoner here?"
"A prisoner-no, no, no"
Indeed so-a prisoner who has yet
to find the road which leads to the sea-
shore. Sooner or later / shall discover
it, and we will set out upon it to-
LIN i III eyes SlltN
me nothing but the hills. Perhaps I am
grown a little blind, dear child. If tina,
is so. you must lead me-"
She started up amazed and ran tc
the door of the arbor. The quick pull
s%ations Of her heart We're to be
counted beneath her frail gown OF
muslin. 1 could see that she look
ed away to the corner of the
gardens where the boiling spring
whirled and eddied beneath the shall.
low cliff.
1.-THE bridge is ~there-down there BY
the water!" she cried e%xcitedly; "a
! crossed It Ii hour age, ali iron bridge
DIR. Fabos, with a little flight OF step.
leading up to it. Why do you talk 81
wildly? Am 1 so foolish, them"
I went and stood beside her, a ros,
from her boquet in my hand.
TT elves play with u.s. I SAX
evastvely; your bridge has vanished
with the morning mists."
Il cannot believe it," she cried; 'r
am so helpless. Tell me, DR.. Fabos
what shall 1 do-in Gods name, wha
shall I dog"
Accept my friendship and bestov
upon me your confidence. Promise tina
o viii cave this place when + leav,
1t, n n forever your association
with these men! I ask nothing more
MY own secret must go with me We
a little while. But I shall call you Joan
and no name shall be dearer to me-
if you wish it, little comrade?"
n turned from me the hot tears Il
her eyes.