The Washington times., 1912-06-01
House Of the Purple Windows
MARY KATHARINE .MAULE

With her heart in her throat, as she ate
While she was finishing the la st one
Annabel had thrown down beside her
on the moor. With a little cry Of de-
nght she dropped down beside them,
pointing with her tiny chapped finger
| at picture on the cover.
/ on! she cried, in the most child like
| tone that Annabel had ever heard from
her lips, "oh! 1 have seen boat gike
we were in Venice! / know its name,
ITO be sure It isr' cried Annabe el,
tremulously. And you have been IN
is your father now, dearie7" She wss
trembling from head to foot as she
asked the question.
~ The ;e,o child, iesning on her knee, looked
circled violet eyes there shone a look
Of eagerness and pathetic suffering
heart-breaking to see
stirling Sard to sesp sss sS back bsr Rsn'es s
! knew! II my father was here
She stopped suddenly. and grew white
and ground heT teeth wtb
disn npointment, as she heard a swift.
! light step on the porch outside.
She had only time to put the child
from her side and gather up her masa-
\
| nings. red Of face and painting for
breath stood In the door.
With a suspicious scowl on her face,
her eyes trayeled from one to the other.
mabel. What do you want?"
Il stopped to see Mr.. Jennings"
| flbbed Annabel, unhesitatingly. my
I, pony is of his feed again. and wanted
him. l found nobody at home but little
Lizzie here, and was waiting for some
body to come.
And you have been taking to that
| to you? Lies, I'll be bound. That young
| one simply can't tell the truth"
Under their long lashes Annabers eyes
| snapped but she answered easily:
! her talk at all. I'm afraid she Is not
| very sociable young lady"
The woman eyed her suspiciously, then
| turned to the child.
ly. Get back to your work. AS the
child moved away, she turned to Anna
bel. and the girl felt that she would
have scarcely recognized the face. so
Il hate the bratY' she burst out Il
| fairly hate her."
Il know you do" replied Annabel.
firmly, and you are not ft to have the
At this the woman's slumbering rage
| broke forth.
who are you to tell me that am not
| fit to have the care Of her?' she
| shrieked. NWho else in all the world is
it? How do you know who she is? I
| tell you IL was Fate-Providence-ca 1t
| what you please-that brought her into
my hands. She's a little wretch! What
II I do beat her? Don't she need It?
| deserves tt
The torrent OF loud. sharp words
was arrested by sharp cry. and
tp9e sirl standins befoye the sse
her small faco as white as marble:
her eyes blazing, her hands clasped
to her painting breast.
| ish treble shrilling with passion. You
lie, and you know you do! You never
saw my mother; you never knew my
1and DO foq oq me Sen You sTe the asy
wretch, ana murderer: and II my
With a yell of rage the woman sprans
upon her, She seized the tender little
body in her grasp. and it would have
| Jared i'll with the child had not Anna
bells seventeen years of vigorous out
door life made her more than an equal
Ali her carefully thought-out and eau
tiously laid plans were forgotten now.
She leaped upon the woman. tore the
child from her grasp and with we'll
knocked the Jennings woman to the
| floor
Then. catching the child up In her
arms, she ran down the steps, leaped to
her saddle, threw the child across In
front of her, and. with a cut of her
whip. sent her pony flying across the
| field toward Hillcrest, the child lying
| unconscious upon her bosom.
A Continuation of This Story VIII
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