The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1911-09-26

looks dark to her. She refuses 10
come over this morning; she thinks
she can not face her uncle, her cousin
or you again"
But she must come" l said. at
will be easier today than at any later
time. There's Gillespie, calling me
now. He's going across the lake to
meet Arthur and Rosalind. | shall
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 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 see?"
mot just that way. Larry."--and
she continued to gaze at me with a
sweet distress in her eyes; then,
"Rosalind is very different" she added.
II have observed it. The ways in
which they are utterly unlike are re-
markable; but mustn't keep Gillespie
waiting. Good-by for a 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.
IT'S 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" l 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
lage, her whistle echoing and reecho-
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
sily, 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's
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.
Shes bit sloppy" observed Gill
lespie. as we swung round and caught
hold. The water gurgled drunkenly
in the cuddy, and broken lantern rat.
tied ON the deck. l held fast as he
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 | came alongside he came hack
TO help me, and when he bent over In
catch the painter l saw that his face
was white.
I'VE might have known it," he said
It's the last and worst that could han.
pen"
race down across the cuddy Law the
body of Henry Holbrook. His water.
soaked clothing was torn as though
IN fierce struggle. A knife thrust
IN the side told the story: he had
crawied to the cuddy roof to get away
from the water and had died there.
III was the Italian" said Gjllesnie
Ihey must have had a row last night
AFTER we left them, and it came IN
THIS. He chopped hole in the Stilet.
10 and set her adrift to sink
looked about for the steamer
winch was backing away from the per
at FORT Annandale, and signaled ber
with my handkerchief. And when
raced Gillespie again he pointed si.
ientiy toward the lower lake, where a
canoe rode the bright water.
hosaiind and her father were On
lneir way from Red Gate to Glenarm
Two blades flashed in the sun as tho
canoe came toward us. Gillespie's lire
qulvered and he tried to speak as he
pointed to them; and then We hoth
turned silently toward st. Agatha,s
"here the chapel towe' rose above tba
gree wood.
say and do what is to be dono.
sad. i will find Helen and tell bern
THE END.