The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1911-01-20

vGCtiv9 lnVeStlgatS the nome OF GulllVan'S
Gstcr. From "A servant Bla5eley learns
that Alison West had been there on a
S1gft and Sullivan had been attentive to
her. Sullivan is the husband Of a daugh-
Fer OF the murdered man. Blakeley's
Pouse is ransacked by the police. He
learns that the affair between Alison and
MS partner is Off.
CHAPTER xAv;i.-continuec.
And when the endless meal was
over. and yards of white wells had
been tied over pounds of hair--or is
It, too, bought by the yard?-and
some eight ensembles with their alb
sect compliments had been packed
into three automobiles and a trap,
drew a long breath and faced about.
J had just then only one object in life
Ito find Alison, to assure her of my
absolute faith and confidence in her,
and to offer my help and my poor
self. II she would let me, in her
service.
She was not easy to find. I searched
oho lower floor, the veranda and the
0founds, circumspectly. Then | ran
INTO q little English girl who turned
out to be her maid, and who also was
searching. She was concerned be-
cause her mistress had no dinner, and
because the tray of food she carried
would soon be cold. | took the tray
from her, on the glimpse of something
white on the shore, and that was how
] met the girl again.
She was sitting on an overturned
boat, her chin in her hands, staring
out to sea. The soft tide of the bay
tapped almost at her feet, and the
6raperies of her white gown melted
hazily into the sands. She looked like
Z wrath. q Respondent phantom Of
Ahe sea, although the adjective is re-
6undant Nobody yer thinks of a
cheerful phantom. Strangely enough.
considering her evident sadness, she
was whistling softly to herself, over
and over, some dreary little minor air
that sounded like a Bohemian dirge.
She glanced up quickly when | made
. misstep and my dishes jingled. All
considered. the tray was out OF the
picture; the sea, the misty starlight,
the girl. with her beauty-even the
Sad little whistle that stopped now
and then to go bravely on again, as
though it fought against the odds OF
. trembling lip. And then | came,
accompanied by a tray OF little silver
dishes that jingled and an unmistak-
able odor of broiled chicken!
"Oh!" she said quickly; and then,
~Ohl thought you were Jenkins"
.'TimeO DonaOs-what'S the rest OF
1T" I asked, rendering my offering.
You didn't have any dinner, you
know" l sat down beside her. See,
I'll be the table. What was the old
fairy tale? Little goat bleat; little
table appear!' I'm perfectly willing
70 be the goat, too"
She was laughing rather tremu-
lously.
I'VE v do meet like other peo-
ple. do wei" she asked. 1--WE really
ought to shake hands and say how
ere you."
Il don't want to meet you like other
people, and I suppose you always
think Of me as wearing the other fel
lows clothes" I returned meekly
I'm doing It again; l don't seem to
30 able to help 1t. These are Grang
er's that I have on now"
She threw back her head and
laughed again. joyously, this time.
~Oh. its 90 ridiculous" she said
ssnd you have never e me when
- not eating! It's too prosaic!"
(which reminds me that the chick
= 4 getting cold, and the ice warm
suggested. AT the time, ! thought
there could be no place better than
- farmhouse kitchen-but this is
] ordered al this for something
want 70 ray to you-the sea. the
aanA. the stars"
~How alliterative you are!" she
,seid. trying 10 be flippant. you are
- . ! anything until l have had
~ supper. Look how the things are
0llied around!"
But che ate nothing. after all. and
pretty soon I put the tray down in
- sand. I said little: there was nc
Aurry. We were together. and time
neant nothing against that age-lona
wann Of the sea. The air blew hel
Mir u small damp curls against hel
lnce. and little BY little the tide re
treated. leaving our boat an oasis ir
: waste 81 gray sand.
~ Even maids with seven mops
swept It for half . year
n you suppose, the walrus said. thai
they could get Il clear!"
- threw 1t me once when sh'
49, have known ! was going Z
mook hsld her hand. and - loni