The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1912-12-12

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such a tiny thing, on the green grass
I'm not a truant," she declared
with feigned indignation, land l never
thought Of running away. That's just
your conceited manly Imagination.
You fancy that everything l do a
but one cause, and that is your
self. How, pray, was l to know you
intended paying US a morning CALI"
Tut, tut" l caught her up. What
a little spitfre we have here! If you
hadn't deserted me so %shamefully last
evening, I shouldn't have minded this
morning, so much. As it Is, 1t Seems
aeons since l saw you"
Now she smiled until her dimples
nestled. THAT is much BETTER" she
returned, gayly, and deserves a reply,
just as my action of last evening de-
serves praise, and not rebuke. sac
rificed myself and my pleasure for n
l love-"
mot for me, surely!"
LIN ! uoP SAO "O1U COACCAI q AA0-
ment ago? Are you the only nan l
love?"
II hope So" l answered, impudently.
There is another" she confessed,
in mock tragedy. Behold his facet"
l had not noticed that she held a
little roll in her hand, for my eyes had
been ever on hers; SO, when abruptly,
she spread out and held before me the
missing head from Cameron's portrait.
I was doubly unprepared. I know l
was startled. She said afterwards
that l went very white. suppose
did; for with the rush Of realization
came such a chain of superstition as to
drive me momentarily dizzy. For a
second or more I stood dumb, while
my hand went out in. eager reach for
the scrap of canvas, which, l had OBJ
served, instantaneously, bore four per-
forations, all Of a size-the size of a
rifle bullet. With that discovery had
required the shots I had heard; and
following this, came a maze of con-
lecture, going back to that first letter,
then to the paintings mutilation, and
on through devious ways to the morn
ing's target practice; and always with
one or another Of Cameron's trusted
servants as the chief actor.
When l recovered my composure I
found Evelyn backing wilfully away
from my covetous hand.
1T is the picture Of the man l love-"
she was saying, teasingly. "A very.
very good man."
But where did you get it," I asked
seriously. do you know where it
came from?"
Suddenly she was as grave as I
could wish.
II found it nailed to a tree" she al
swered. Wasn't it odd? How do you
suppose it came there? It looks like
the portrait that hung in Uncle
Roberts study. Do you suppose he
! grew to dislike it. and cut it up and
threw it away?"
Now / found myself in some little
embarrassment. If I a to obey
Cameron's injunction l could not tell
Evelyn the truth. Yet l was in no
position to make light of her find. On
the other hand l must learn from her
just where she had come upon it, and
so trace, IL possible. the person who
had fired the shots which riddled 1t.
my dear GIRL" I said, adopting q
tone Of cajolery, I'VE have here. I
think, a matter in which we both can
be Of service-very valuable service,
indeed, to that beloved uncle and
guardian of yours. But. you must trust
me, absolutely, and, for the present at
least, you must give to him no hint Of
what We have in hand. Do you I'M
derstand?"
She laughed in that merry ripping
fashion which I had found not the
least of her charms.
do I understand" she repeated,
laying a hand on my arm in emphasis
Of her amused tolerance. do l un-
derstand?. OF course I don't, and I
shan't, until you have answered at
least a half-dozen why's and what's"
But you must trust me-" I insisted,
and as primary evidence of that trust
you will proceed at once to hand over
to me, for examination, that somewhat
damaged piece Of portraiture which
you are holding behind you"
Very wide her eyes opened in an in
nocent, almost infantile stare. as she
asked:
do you really mean it, Philip"
Really" I answered, gravely. "I'd
like to tell you all about it, right here
and now, but that might spoil every
thing, 80 you must show what a strong
womanly woman you are, by keeping
silence and waiting"
In token of compliance she gave
me the oval piece Of canvas.
II wonder who punched the holes
in It'll" she remarked, ruefully. Who
ever it was, they were %shockingly dis
respectful"
1 tried to fancy what she would
have said had she known they were
bullet holes. Evidently that POSSIBLE
ity had not occurred to her and l was
glad that it had not.
CTo BE cONT1NUED.)
GrandchIld Of Georue ~.