The Huttig news., 1913-03-22
CHAPTER xxx.
Do You Know My Brother?

Do You Know My BrotherI
 Her hands were thrust out to repel, her features were fixed; her beauty something wonderful. Orlando Broth erson, thus met, stared for a moment at the vision before him, then slowly and with effort withdrawing his gaze. he sought the face of MT Challuner with the first sign of open disturb ance that gentleman had ever seen in him.
 Am I in Oswald Brothersons house?" he asked. "I was directed here. But possibly there may be some mistake?"
 "it is here he lives" said she, mov- ing back automatically till she stood again by the threshold Of the small room in which she had received Mir l Challoner. Do you wish to see him tonight? If so. fear it is impossible He has been very ill and is net all lowed to receive visits from strangers"
 "I am not stranger" apnounced the newcomer, with snale few could see unmoye6, it offered suct con trast to his stern and dominating fig ure. T thought I heard some words of recognition which would prove your knowledge of that fact" She did not answer. Her lips had parted. but her thought CT at least the expression of her thought hung sus. pended in the terror Of this raeating for which she was a3t at all pre- gareG He seemed U note this terror. wf:eth. CT or not he understood its cause, and smiled again, as he added;
 "Mr. Brothersen must have spoken of his brother Orlando l an he, Miss Scott. Will you let me cone in n9w?'
 Her eyes sought those of MT Chal loner, who quietly nodded. Immedi ately she stepped from before the GOO, which her figure had guarded ana, motioning him to enter, she begge4 MT. Challoner, with an mpl5ring look to sustain her in the interview she saw before her. He had uG desire for this encounter, especially as MT Brotherson's glance ir lis ilirectiuy had beer aryt. ing but e.ncili@tory He was quite COZ. vinced that a9tt+zS was to be gained by it, but be con | not resist her appeal and foi;3wea them into the little roam whose lirs- ited dimensions made the tall Grianj,i l look bigger ara stronger and .nore l lordly in his self-condiance tai ever
 q am sorry it is SC late,' ste began, contemplating his intrusive figure with farced eomposure. We have te be very quiet iL tte evenings SC as not to disturb your brether's frs sleep which is of great importance t. him.
 "Then Pm not to see him tonight ..
 q pray you to wait He's--he's beer very sick man."
 Dangerously so?"
 Yes"
 Orlando continued to regard hei with a peculiar awakening gaze show ] ing, MT. Challcner thought, more in terest in her than in his brother, ant when he spoke it was mechanicallA and as if in sole obedience to the pro prieties of the occasion.
 q did not know he was i'll till ver1 lately. His last letter was a cheerfu one, and 1 supposed that all was righ' i till chance revealed the truth l came on at once. l was intending com anyway. I have business here, as you probably know, Miss Scott.'
 She shook her head. 'I know very little about business" said she.
 My brother has not told you why he expected me-"
 He has not even told me that he expected you
 "No?" The word was highly ex- pressive; there was surprise in it and a touch of wonder, but more than all satisfaction. Oswald was always close mouthcd," he declared Its d good fault; I'm obliged to the boy "
 These last words were uttered with lightness which imposed upon his two highly agitated hearers, causing Mir. Challoner to frown and Doris to shrink back in indignation at the man who could indulge in a sportive sug- gestion-in presence of such fears,j if not of such memories, as the situation evoked.
 "The hour is late for further con yersation. I have room at the hotel and will return to it ct once Tn the morning 1 hope to see my brother /"
 He was going, Doris net knowing what to say, Mir. Challoner not desir- ous of detaining him, when there came the sound of little tinkle from the ether side Of the hall, olanchirg the young girls cheeks and causing Orlando Brotherson's brows to rise In peculiar satisfaction.