The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1912-12-27
~of," she echoed vaguely.


Richard has redeemed our family from
extinction: that Is at rest" He
paused for an instant. my dear child,
when you are married and established.
I shall be content"
| Her breathing quickened. her cour-
age rose to the call Of the moment.
"If Dick is here, If he is instead OF
a substitute" she said. carefully quiet
in manner, would 1t matter. since
am only girl. whom married. Uncle
| Ethan?
| The recollection of that evening
when Emily had given her promise OF
aid, stirred under Mr.. Ffrenchs self
ABSORPTION. He looked across the ia
| BILE at her colorless, eager face with
| perhaps his first thought Of what that
promise might have cost her.
mo-" he replied kindly. 1T Is part
of my satisfaction that you are set
| f. ee to cllow your own choice, with
out thought of utility or fortune. OF
course, / need not say provided the
man is OF your own class and asso-
Citations. We will fear no more low
marriages"
She had known 1t before, but it was
hard to hear the sentence embodied in
words. Emily folded her hands over
the paper in her lap and the pleas
ant breakfast room darkened before
her. Mr.. French continued speaking
Of Dick, unheard.
When the long meal was ended and
her uncle withdrew to meet Bailey In
the library, Emily escaped outdoors.
There was quaint summer house
part way down the park, an ancient
white pavilion standing beside the
brook that gurgled by on It's way to
the Hudson. where the young girl
often passed her hours. She went
there now, carrying her little work
basket and the newspaper containing
the picture of Lestrange.
II will save 1t" was her thought.
Perhaps I may find better ones-this
does not show his face-but will
have this now. 1t may be long time
before l see him"
But she sat with the embroidery
scissors In her hand. nevertheless,
without cutting the reprint. Lestrange
would return to the factory, she never
doubted. and all would continue as be-
fore, except that she must not see
him. He would understand that it was
not possible for anything else to hap
pen, at least for many years. Perhaps.
after Dick was married.
The green and gold beauty Of the
morning hurt her with the memory
of that other sunny morning, when he
had so easily taken from her the task
she hated and strove to bear. And he
had succeeded, how he had succeeded!
Who else In the world could have so
transformed Dick? Leaning on the
table, her round chin In her palm as
she gazed down at the paper In her
lap, her fancy slipped back to that
night on the Long Island road, when
she had first seen his serene genius
for setting all things right. How like
him that elimination of Dick, instead
of a romantic and impracticable at
tempt to escort her himself.
A bush cracked stiffly at some ones
passage; shadow fell across her.
Caught" laughed Lestrange's glad.
exultant voice. Since you look at the
portrait, how shall the original fear
to present himself? See, / can
match" He held out card burned at
the corners and streaked with dull
red, 1.-THE first time l saw your writ
ing, and found my own name there"
Amazed, Emily sat up, and met In
his glowing face all incarnate Joy OF
life and youth.
"Oh!" she gasped piteously.
you are surprised that I am here?
My dear, my dear, after last night did
you think could be anywhere else?"
"The race"
II know that track too we'll to need
much practice, and had the machine
out at dawn. My partner is busy prac-
ticlng this morning, and I'll be back In
a couple of hours. / was afraid" the
gray eyes were 30 gentle In their bril-
liancy, Il was afraid you might worry.
Emily"
I Serenely he assumed possession OF
her, and the assumption was very
sweet. He had not touched her, yet