The Washington times., 1912-06-11
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
House of the Purple Windows
MARY KATHARINE MAULE
Copyright. The Frank A. Munsey Col

of that house over yonder,'' he said.
and the many mysteries that srround
1t. Mysteries, too, that seem 80
strangely and inexpiicably connected
with my life ! could not sleep, so 1
thought / would walk over there and
take a good look at the place
i thought that was where you were
going" nodded Annabel, 'iand that you
would perhaps like ITO go inside. so 1
brought the keys May 60 with your"
Il should be only too happy 70 have
you so with me, my DEAR replied Lord
Bararore, III 1t win not be painful TO
you.''
NO. responded Annabel quickly, cit
viii not be. I, too. have been lying
awake for hours thinking about It. I
and before l heard you / was thiutirrs
/ would run over there all by MY SELF
and see II / could satisfy my mind
About what, my chi1d?"
Il do not know. Something in the
back of my mind that keeps troubling
me, but Is too Intangible to get hold Of
l thought many times that grandmother
had something tnat she wan,ed to tell
as about the place; in fact, am quite
sure that she tired to many times, but
she was never able to speak. and all our
questions did not seem to bring II ou..
Just before she died she tried so hard
to say something, and l am quite sure
1t related to her terrible experience Of
that night or the child"
Lord Baramore was listening intently.
And could You not understand7' he
asked eagerly. .
No: the words were a mere inarticu-
late mumble. They sounded like bath
room or bedroom or something like
that, but had no significance that we
could get hold OF. Mother thought tina.
perhaps her mind was wandering"
Lord Baramore sighed.
How unfortunate" he iamented.
that she was para1yzed that night!'
Yes" answered Annabel, had she
not been so the mystery would all have
been solved perhaps long before this"
The. sun had not yet risen, and deep
1t had rained a little in the night, and
the ground was wet, so that their foot
steps made little noise. AS they walked
on side by side they fell into silence,
the thoughts Of both busy with remem-
brances their words had awakened.
Suddenly, without a word or cry, An
mabel darted like an arrow through the
trees into a heavy growth of young
hazel-brush. Astonished. Lord Bara-
more looked up, then forgetting his
followed her.
Behind the thicket she had caught
eight of a dark object, and as she look
ed she saw 1t start, stoop, and the hat OF
Indn move.
with, no thought of fear, hoping that
at last she had caught sight of Jer.
nings-or Hoskins, whichever was his
, name-she had darted after him, de-
termined to capture him with her own
hands IL that were possible.
Fleet as a hare, she broke through
vines and underground, and with Leap
like a fawn, vaulted over a mass of
brambles and landed at the mans side,
AS she did SO he uttered quick ex-
mn nd haI hlIrsf ont n.
ing. and cried aloud:
"Why, Mr.. Barberi Why did you hide
from me? You nearly frightened me ts
death! thought it was Jennings"
| visibly excited, but smiling bravely:
Miss Chisleigh!' he cried. 'hov
comes L that YOU are here at this houl
the the eoior sbbed out Of Sis face az
| Lord ,Baramore. red and breathles,
from running. burst through the brush
l. For a single electrical moment the two
men remained as If rooted to the grount
staring at one another. Then Lord Bar
amore exclaimed In a whispering ton'
from which all the strength seemed tc
sICl,fford-Clirford Baramore!"
Barber, with a face the color OF mar
| BILE, stepped forward. Annabel stared
from one to the other.
Yes. Uncle Kenton;" said Barber
You are very sIsd to see S him. foReVe PeUe
| intended that you should. In fact. ther,
is no such person any more. The maj
J YOU know as Clifford Baramore diet
back there in New York last spring, ant
never expected that he would be resus
| citated."
Lord Baramore's face had grown ster'
what are you doing. here?" he ask
Al Barber. or the man whom she ha'
grown to care greatly for as "Al Bar
| ber." turned a look full OF the deepes
| devotion upon the girl, then squared hi
more with a certain simple dignity YER
| like his own.
Uncle Kent" he said. II know wha
You are thinking Of me-and perhap
| justly. have been a bad lot. You can
| not possibly have a worse opinion OF m
| past life than I have myself.
II do not try-nor wish-to excuse n
| but all that Is past now. am a DIFF
! ferent man. l have given up all dis
sipation, and ! am earning an homes
"B1t why are you here, sir? Wha
are you doing here, in this part OF tn
| world, under an assumed nameY'
IAN assumed name" Annabel started
and her great eyes dilated and turne
| with the expression of q trightene
| child upon Barber.
He coiored fiercely, then turned yer
Eyes, Miss ChisIeigh," he said, turnin
toward her, "it is true. Barber is an at
sumed name, that Is, 1t Is a contrac
tion of my own name. which ts ALE
Clifford Baramore. I am the nephew G
your friend. Lord Baramore. and ba
lot he considers me. But I believe
am not quite as bad as You suppose:
FUncle Kent" he went on, turnin
again to Lord Baramore, II was wiit
dissipated boy. / got into bad compan!
and, before l knew II, was head owe
heels in debt, with credit gone an
health and future ruined. raise
enough money to come to America.
landed without a dollar. tried at fri
to get work. For days went withor
eating.
wharyes of New York. 1t was not plea
ant work, nor were the men with whol
/ was thrown into constant associate
pleasant people. But ! worked on, d.
termined never to touch drop
liquor again.
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