The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1914-05-23


was easier after that fer Sara She
Gainca her quixotic point. and Hetty
went away from Southlook feeling that
no woman In all the world was SO be-
wildering as Sara Wrandall.
When she sailed for England, two
days later, the newspapers announced
that the beautiful and attractive Miss
! Castleton was returning to her native
| land on account OF the death of Lord
Murgatroyd, and would spend the year
on the continent, where probably she
would be joined later on by Mrs. Wran-
dali. whose period OF mourning and
distress had been sofsaned by the con-
| slant and loyal friendship OF this ex-
quisite Englishwoman."
Four hundred miles out at sea she
was overtaken by wireless messages
! from three persons.
| Brandon Booths message said: Il
am sailing tomorrow on a faster ship
than yours. You will find me waiting
for you on the landing stage" Her
heart gave leap to dizzy heights. and,
try as she would. she could not crush
It back to the depths in which It had
dYelt for days.
The second bit of pale green paper
contained a cry from most unexpect-
ed source: Gable your London ad-
dress. 8. refuses to give II to me.
think understand the situation. We
want TO make amends for what you
have had to put up with during the
year. She has shown her true nature
at last" II was signed Leslie"
From Sara came these cryptic
words: For each year of famine there
viii come seven years OF plenty"
All the way across the Atlantic she
lived in a state of subdued excitement.
Conflicting emotions absorbed her
waking hours but her dreams were all
OF one complexion: rosy and warm
and full of a joyousness that dis
tressed her vastly when she recalled
them TO mind in the early morning
hours. During the day she intermit-
tently hoped and feared that he would
be on the landing stage. In any event,
she was bound 10 find unhappiness.
If he were there her Joy would be
shortlived and blighting; If he were
not there. her disappointment would
be equally hard to bear.
He was there. She saw him from
the deck of tho tender as they edged
up TO the landing. His tall figure
doomed in the front rank against Sle
rail that held back the crowd; his
sun-bronzed face wore a look OF eager
! expectancy; from her obscured posi-
ton in the shadow OF the deck build
ing, purposely chosen for reasons only
too obvious. she could even detect the
alert, swift-moving scrutiny that he
/ fastened upon the crowd
Later on, he stood looking down
into her serious blue eyes; her hands
were lying limp in his. Ills own eyes
were dark with earnestness, with the
restraint that had fastened itself upon
! him. Behind her stood the respectful
but UNNECESSARILY awed maid, who
could not, for the life OF her, under
stand how a man could be on both
sides Of the Atlantic at one and the
same time.
Thank the Lord, Hetty, say /. for
the fiveday boats" he was saying.
You should not have come, Bran
don," she cried softly. and the look
OF misery in her eyes was tinged with
glow she could not suppress. 1T
only makes everything harder for me.
II oh, | wish you had not comet"
But isn't Il wonderful" he cried,
that should be here and waiting for
you'll II is almost inconceivable. And
| you were in the act Of running away
from me, too. Oh. / have that much
of the tale from Sara, SO don't look
/ 80 hurt about It."
Il am so sorry you came" she re-
peated, her lip trembling.
Noting her emotion, he gave her
hands a fierce, encouraging pressure
and Immediately released them.
Come" he said gently; Il have
booked for London. Everything Is ar
ranged. | shall see to your luggage.
Let me put you In the carriage first"
\ AS she sat in the railway carriage,
waiting for him to return, she tried
( In hundred ways TO devise means
OF escape, and yet she had never loved
him so much as now Her heart was
sore, her desolation never so complete
as now.
/ He came back az last and took his
seat beside her in the compartment.
tanning himself with his hat. The maid
very discreetly stared out of tho win
dow at the hurrying throng OF travel
ers on the platform.
How | love you, Hetty-how
adore you'll" Booth whispered passion
ately.
"oh. Brandonl"
And / don't mean 20 give you up"
he added, his lean jaw setting hard.
You must--oh. you must" she cried
miserably. Il mean II. Brandon"
What are your plans?" asked he.
I Please don't ask me-" she pleaded.
! You must give it up. Brandon. Let
nae go my own way"