Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1914-03-12
CHAPTER XVII.
81 Don't Hear. 4"

IT HE afternoon passed without
a further developments. Mr.
F9gNI5lNS Harper, who had his own
$==@sisa9 imperative engagements, left
on the evening train for New York,
promising to return the next day in
case his presence seemed indispensa-
bic to his client.
That clients final word to him had
been an injunction to keep an eye on
GeOrgian's so-called brother and to re-
port how he had been affected by the
news from SitfOrd; and when, in the
lull following the lawyers departure,
Mr.. Ransom sat down in his room to
look his own position resolutely in the
face, this brother and his possible
connection with the confusing and I'M
happy incidents of this last fatal week
Tegained that prominent place in his
thoughts which the doubts engendered
by the usual character Of these incl
dents had for while dispelled.
What had been the hold of this
strange and uncongenial man on
Georgian? And was his temperance
at the same time with that of a sup
posedly long deceased sister simply
a coincidence SO startling as to ap-
pear unreal?
He had not seen Anitra again and
did not propose to, unless the meet
ing came about in a natural way and
without any show of desire on his
part The landlady, with a delicacy
he highly appreciated, cared for the
young girl without making her con-
spicuous by any undue attention. The
quiet Of the night remained unbroken
for everybody; even poor Mr.. Ransom
slept. He was up, however, with the
first beam entering his room. How
could he tell but that news of a
definite and encouraging nature await
ed him?
At half-past ten the representative
of the county police called on Mr..
Ransom, but with small result. Short
ly after his departure, the mail came
in and with it the New York papers.
These he read with aVidity. But they
added nothing to his knowledge. He
flung the papers from him and went
out to gather strength in the open air.
There was a corner Of the Veranda
into which he had never Ventured. 1t
was likely to be a solitary one at this
hour, and thither he now went. But
a shock awaited him there. A lady
was pacing it's still damp boards. A
lady who did not turn her head at his
step, but whom he instantly recog-
nized from her dress, and wilful but
not ungraceful bearing, as her whom
he was determined to call, nay recog-
nize, as Anitra Hazen.
1t was the first opportunity he had
had of observing her features in
broad daylight The effect was a con-
fused one. She was Georgian and she
was not Georgian. Her skin was de.
cidedIy darker, her eyes more lus-
trous, her bearing less polished and
at the same time more impassioned.
She was not so tall or quite so ele-
gantly proportioned;- was it her
rude method Of dressing her hair and
the awkward cut of her clothes which
made the difference. He could not be
sure. Resolved as he was to consider
her Anitra, and excellent as his rea-
sons were for doing so, the swelling
of his heart as he met her eye reused
again the old doubt and gave an IN.
natural tone to his voice as he ad-
vanced towards her with an impetuous
ntterance of her name:
'Anitrai"
She shrunk, not at the word but at
his movement, which undoubtedly was
abrupt; but Immediately recovered
herself and, meeting him halfway,
cried out in the unnaturally loud tones
of the very deaf: