The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1911-05-02

SYNOPSIS.

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feared her brother Henry. who. ruined BY
a bank failure. had constantly Threatened
came to Port Annandaie to escape Henry:
Donovan unparalleled with the two
noying sutton: Donovan. discovered and
captured an intruder. WHO proved 70 Dc
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sailor appeared and was ordered away.
Their meet on friendly terms: Donovan
fought an Italian assassin. He met the
said he was Hartridge. q canoe-maker.
CHAPTER v.-continued.
He spoke the name carelessly. his
manner and tone implying that there
could be no debating the subject
was prepared for evasion. but not for
this cool denial of his identity.
But this afternoon, Mr.. Holbrook.
l CHANGED to follow the creek to this
point and l saw"
You probably saw that houseboat |
down there. that is my shop. AS I
tell you. am a maker of canoes. They |
have. l hope. some reputation-honest |
hand-work; and my output Is limited. |
I shall be deeply chagrined II you
have never heard Of the Hartridge
canoe"
He shook his head In mock grief.
walked to a cabarette and took up
pipe and filled it. He was carrying
OF the situation we'll: but his cool
ness angered me.
"Mr. Hartridge, l am sorry that ]
must believe that heretofore you have
been known as Holbrook. The fact
was clenched for me this afternoon,
quite late, as stood in the path be-
low there. l heard quite distinctly a
young woman call you father"
80? Then you're an eavesdropper
as well as a trespasser!"-and the
man laughed.
Jared, angrily.
You are considerate, Mr.. Dono-
: van!"
The young woman who called you
father and whom you answered from
r the deck of the houseboat Is person
r l know"
r 1.-THE DEVIL"
y He calmly pulled his pipe, holding
y the bowl in his fingers, his idle hand
l. thrust into his trousers pocket.
l. 1T was Miss Helen Holbrook that
8 saw here, Mr.. Hartrtdge."
: He started, then recovered himself
and peered into the pipe bowl for
second; then looked at me with an
amused smile on his face.
4 "You certainly have a wonderful i'm
y agination. The person you saw. II you
saw any one on your visit to these
q premises to-day, was my daughter
Rosalind Hartridge. Where do you
, think you knew her. Mr.. Donovan"
y Il saw her this morning at St
Agatha's school, not only say her
but talked with her. and l am Meth
or deaf nor blind"
He pursed his lips and studied me
with his head slightly Titled to one
side. In a cool fashion that l did no
like.
Rather an odd place to have me
this Miss-what name. did you say
Ie Miss Helen Holbrook;-a close'
m schoolhouse, and that sort Of thing"
You may ease your mind on tina
point; she was with your sister. he
aunt, Mr. Holbrook: and l want yo
p to understand that your followin
is Miss Patricia Holbrook here is ir
ia famous and that have no other bus
so ness but to protect her from you"
-. He bent his eyes upon me gravel
and nodded severe! times.
"Mr. Donovan" he begin, 6! reres
in that I am not Henry Holbrook. an
ng nv daughter-is my daughter. and nc
of your Miss Helen Holbrook. Moreove
en- IL YOU will go to Tippecanoe or
ne Anpaudale and ask about me you wi
i'll learn that l have been resident {
he this community, working at my trad
cd that of a canoe-maker. That she
down there by the creek and tn
house, l built myself"
But the girl"
-, WAS not Helen Holbrook, but n
Ia daughter. Rosalind Hartridge. Sh
~ has been away at school, and can
nu nome only a week ago. You are clea
" mistaken; and If you will call,
Ore YOU undoubtedly will, on your Mi
Holbrook at st. Agathas in the NOR
MI ing YOU will undoubtedly find 20
Id Young lady there quite safely
charge of-what was the name, MI
Patricia Holbrook?-in whose oens
you take SO praiseworthy an interest
ing He was treating me quite as thou'
lsi- 7 wore a stupid schoolboy. but RI
lied sufficiently to demand:
be III you are so peaceable and on
boatmaker here. will you tell
the WHY YOU have enemies who are
anxious to kill you? l imagine tn
murder isn't common on the gu
shores Of this little creek. and that
ell. Italian sailor is not employed to
nth men who have not past OF some Sc
behind them"
His brows knit and the jaw unc
on his short beard frightened Then
smiled and threw his pipe on t
cabarette.
Il have only your word for 1t II
the there's an Italian In the wood-pile
,ute have friends among the country Il
hero and In the lake villages who c
IN vouch for me- As | am not In