The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1912-07-27


cheeks redder than ever. Inc Two
men confronted each other un1lncn-
ingly for a moment, then Mr.. Maitland
touched bell button in the wall by
his side. Instantly the footman made
his appearances
James" said the old man, his voice
shaking and his knees trembling with
passion, which he did not quite sue
coed in controlling, despite a desper-
ate effort Show gentle
man the door. Good morning, sir; our
first and last Interview is over.
He bowed with ceremonious polite
ness as he spoke, becoming more and
more composed as he felt hlmseir
| mastering the situation. And Arm
| strong, to do him justice, knew a gen.
tleman when he saw him, and secretly
admired the older man and began TO
feel touch of shame at his own rude
way of putting things.
BEG pardon. sir" said the footman,
breaking the awkward silence, but
here Is telegram that has just come,
| SIR
There was nothing for Armstrong to
| do or say Indeed, having expressed
| himself SO unrestrainedly to his rapid
Embarrassing regret, as the old man
took the telegram he turned away in
considerable discontinue. James bow.
ing before him at the door opening
into the hall and following him as he
slowly passed out. Mr.. Stephen Malt
land mechanically and with great de
liberation and with no premonit1on OF
evil tidings, tore open the yellow en-
velope and glanced at the dispatch
Neither the visitor nor the footmar
had got out OF sight or hearing WheT
they heard the old man groan ant
fall back helplessly into chair. Boil
men turned and ran back to the door
foN}there was that in the exclamation
WEs,9l gave rise to instan .sapprehen
sion. Stephen Maitland now, as white
as death, sat collapsed in the chat
gasping for breath, his hand on hi
heart; the telegram lay open on efht
floor. Armstrong recognized the Sc
robustness of the situation, and Il
three steps was by the others side.
What is ft?" he asked eagerly, hi
, hatred and resentment vanishing q
the sight Of aae old mans ghastly
stricken countenance
Enid gasped her father. Il sal
I would rather see her-dead, but-l
Is not true-I-
James Armstrong was man {
prompt decision, without a moment
hesitation he picked up the telegram
it was full of explicitly, thus 1t read:
Eye were encamped lest week
: tn ohountains Enid weaN down th
: caRon for days fishing alone. A SUI
! den c1oudburst filled the canon, was
q ed away the camp. Enid undoubte
u Iy got caught in the torrent and We
drowned. We have found some Of hi
= clothing, but not her body, Ha,
h searched every foot of the cano
# Think body has got into the lake, no
" frozen, snow falling, mountains II
passable; will search for her In Il
i. spring when the winter breaks. a
III following this telegram in person
the first train. Would rather ha'
= died thousand deaths than had til
., happen. God help US.
ROBERT MAITLAND"
10 Armstrong read it, stared at It
:" moment, frowning heavily, passed
bt over to the footman and turned to Il
q stricken father.
hnr ho col
10 simply. Il love her still; belle
ar that she loves me. They havel
,s found her body, clothes mean not
. ing. I'll find her, I'll search the mot
Is tains until | do Don't give wa
+,s something tells me that she's ali7
~ and I'll find her
nv 'If you do" said the broken (
IL man, crushed by the swift and avn
/ response to his thoughtless exclan
re ton, land she loves you, you sh
We have her for your wife
no at doesn't need that to make j
ar find her," answered Armstrong gri
CIV ly, '.she Is woman, lost in the MOI
ali tains in the winter, alone. Th
eft shouldn't have given up the scar
Ise I'll find her as there Is a God abe
sIy me whether she's for me or not"
an A good deal of man, this Jan
ny armstrong OF colorado, IN splte
In many things in his past Of which
mt thought SO little that he lacked
Ike grace to be ashamed of them. Stepf
ect Maitland looked at him with a c
,et- tain respect and a growing hope,
Ter he stood there in the library, ste
AN resolute, strong.
mt. Perhaps