The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1913-01-04

iduu ne WIS u ntfO prince VIII as
many retainerss and loyal subjects as
ever bent thee to an eastern medieval
pOtentate. He was the richest planter
In all Virginia. Rich also in fair looks
as well as in worldly possessions. the
owner Of a distinctive charm of man.
ner. combined with the poise of good
breeding, a certain interesting r~eticence
and a wonderfully impelling smile, he
was more than n hero to the young
and little short of an idol to the old.
Countless assaults had been made
against his heart. Every vile known
to beauty had been employed in n
hundred sieges. But the Jack Snipe
of eighteen was still the lonely Jack
Snipe Mt twenty-three: his heart was
sheathed In a love hat harked back
to a rough. picturesque development
and was strong by virtue of its memo
ries.
At no time i'm all these spreading
years had Christine B~raddock's flower
face and girlish figure faded from his
vision. On this misty night in early
June, while others were thinking of
him, he was thinking Of her and the
promise made five years before. In
five years, they both had said. The
term of probation was drawing to an
end. He was waiting now for the re-
demption of that promise.
Once, and once only, had he heard
from them, and Their in the most mys-
FERROUS way. Soon after his return to
the university an envelope containing
$500 in crisp, new bills was delivered
to him by JEFF, his body servant. who
came all the way up from the planta-
ton to say that it had been left at the
hall by IA man who offered no expiana-
tion except that his master would un-
derstand.
What word of the girl he loved?
And now, like an icy blast. came the
appalling possibility that the world
knew more of Mrs. Braddock's where
abouts and actions than himself. The
word ACTRESS" as supplied by the con
temptuous Baltimore girl conveyed To
his soul a sharp, ~sickening dread. Was
Mary Braddock the one? Had she Civ
en- way under the strain. Was she the
me who occupied the little house i'll
London town?
If so, what of Christine?
He smoked as he paced the long
veranda. AS he passed the broad Office
door in one of his rounds appeared the
tall, graceful figure of Roberta Grand.
She was exceedingly fair to look upon.
golden haired and spirituelle. blu he
could see only the repulsive. hated fea-
lures of Colonel Bob Grand. destroyer.
When he returned to the group at the
fireplace, half an hour later. she was
sitting with the others, her back to-
ward him as he approached. He was
at once presented.
Miss Grand looked up into his face
with cool, Indifferent eyes.
Il have heard so much of you, MIR.
Jenison." she said.
I'VE live in a very small world, Miss
Grand. Ones reputation reaches
farther than he thinks"
ut depends on the method by which
ii is carried" she responded enigmatic-
ally.
II trust mine has been delivered by
kindly messengers"
Both kindly and gentle she said.
Later on, at the foot of the stairs.
she came up with him. Without the
slightest trace of embarrassment she
remarked:
Il think you knew my father. Mr..
Jenison."
He flushed in some confusion. your
fatbar Is CnIopaI Dohopt Crandc ~
Eyes. 1t was he who told me your
story long ago. / have always been
interested"
David hesitated for IN instant, then
boldly put his question: May l ask
where Colonel Grand is at present? l
hear you no longer live in Baltimore"
we live in Washington, my mother
and |. My fathers home is in New
York. Some time, while we are here,
| hope you won't mind telling me
something of your experiences with
the-the circus. My father often spoke
of you. lie said they called you-was
1t Jack Snipe?'
David was taken aback. The girls
frankness amazed, unsettled him.
"A name given me by II of the
performers he murmured.
The proprietor's daughter, Christine
Braddock. | know her.
You know herr? he asked quickly.
That is, | once knew her. She
came to my fathers stables years ago
to practice her riding. / used to envy
her so! You see. l wanted to be a
circus rider" She laughed very frankly.
Dc you know what has become of
herr he asked.
NO" she replied, hesitating. II
have not seen my father since our re-
turn from Europe"
The Stranger at the Hall.