The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1913-01-23

shot," she added softly.
Mr.. Challoner shuddered This was
like the reopening Of his daughters
grave. But he had entered upon the
scene with full appreciation of the
ordeal awaiting him and he did not
lose his calmness. or the control OF
his judgment.
"Be seated, Miss Scott" he entreat.
ed, taking a chair himself. You have
described the spot and some of the
circumstances of my daughters death
But you have doubtless read a full ac-
count of those details in the papers J;
possibly seen pictures which would
make the place quite real to you.. The
mind is a strange storehouse. We do
not always know what lies hidden
within it,
That's true" she admitted. But
the man! had never seen the man,
or any picture Of him, and his face
was cIearest of all. I should know it
, II saw it anywhere. 1t is imprinted
On my memory as plainly as yours.
/ Oh, hope never to see that mani"
Leaning toward her that he might
get her full attention, he waited till
her eyes met his, then quietly asked:
Have you ever named this man to
yourself?"
She started and dropped her eyes.
II do not dare to-" said she.
"Why?"
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that the man who stood there had the
same name as"
Tell me, Miss Scott"
"As Mr.. Brotherson's brother"
"But you do not think it was his
brother?"
Il do not know"
you've never seen his brother?"
Never"
Nor his picture?'
mo, Mr.. Brothersaa has none"
Aren't they friends? Does he new.
er mention Orlando?"
VERY, very rarely. But I've no
reason to think they are not on good
terms. / know they correspond"
Miss Scott?"
teS, tsiI. Cudil0HSF.
You must not rely too much upxtl
your dream"
Her eyes flashed to his and then fell
again.
Dreams are not revelations: they
are the reproduction of what already
lies hidden in the mind. ! can prove
that your dream Is such"
How" She looked startled.
"You speak of seeing something be.
ing leveled at you which made you
think of pistol"
Eyes, was looking directly into it
"But my daughter was not shot. She
died from a stab"
Doris lovely face. with it's tender
lines and girlish curves, took on
strange look of conviction which deep
ened, rather than melted under his in
dulgent, but penetrating gaze
II know that you think so-but my
dream says no. saw this object. II
was pointed directly towards me
above all, saw his face. Ii was the
face of one whose finger is on the trig
ger and who means death; and I be-
lieve my dream"
Well, it was useless to reason furth
er. Gentle in all else, she was i'm.
movable so far as this idea was ON
rerned and. seeing this. he let the
matter go and prepared to take his
leave.
She seemed to be quite ready for
AM haA
regained its place in her mind. and
her glance sped constantly toward the
door. Taking her hand in his, he said
some kind words, then crossed to the
door and opened it. Instantly her fin
ger flew TO her lips and, obedient to
Its silent injunction, he took up his
hat in silence, and was proceeding
down the hall, when the bell rang,
startling them both and causing him
to step quickly back.
Who is IT." she asked. Fathers
in and visitors seldom come so late"
Shall I see?"
She nodded, looking strangely trou-
bled as the door swung open, reveal
Ing the tall, strong figure of man
facing them from the porch.
"A stranger" formed itself upon her
lips, land she was moving forward.
when the man suddenly stepped into
the glare Of the light. and she'stopped.
with a murmur of dismay which
pierced Mr.. Challoner's heart and
prepared him for the words which
now fell shudderingly from her lips.
Tt is he! It IL he! / said that I
should know him wherever saw
him" Then with quiet turn towards
the intruder, "Oh, why. why. did you
come here!"
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