The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1914-05-28
BY GUY coURTENAY CHAPMAN.

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Hon. Helen Careening, only child of the
late Lord TraqSair and his American
wife, Mariquita Vannorden, SO that
Helen inherited not only the traditional
Traquair beauty, but her mother s fabu-
lous millions.
Her rightful throne-her native haunt
was the innermost circle OF London S
best society, but she was famous for
her whims, and one Of then lad caused
her to leave TraQussr Hesse and the
Jaraarv hunting and betakc herself at
two days notice to st. Spftz-whch is
net even firstclas winter sports re-
sortl A place that poted.-who was
anybody had ever patrosized before.
:" II you had only ehoses Dawes or st.
Morita, where there might have been
half dozen people We knew. = moaped
her ehaperone plantively.
Helen flashed glance at Lady Bel
ham from under incredibly long, black
SILKY lashes, that gave her blue eyes the
softness and mystery Of sum,ser Right
"That S the third time you We said
SO today, Cousin jazz" sh. replied
softly, soft as purring, ''and II. got to
be the very last if you .inet dss I want
me to ring for Marie and have her pack
you in a bandbox and poss yes beck 10
England, labelled this side uF with
care!
She laughed, but Jane Balha@ sat
up suddenly like a startled rabbit. She
was altogether Ike rabbit with her
long, weak upper lip, and scsred, brow
less eyes, her gentle fluirieA Ways, and
the fleecy shawls in which sire stih
huddIed herself from habit, beear-. she
had always been cold in winter till
Helen took her home to Trssaatr.
People called Miss Csrcessxs lard
sometimes, but most Of the happiness
James starved heart had ever kHowE
had come to her in thes- lat three
magical years, and she yearNed ever
the beautiful waywarl girl With love
that made her almost clever where
Helen was concerned.
And it was "not like Hciex to
speak in that soft, purring tone the
voice she scratched with a. an Irish
man had once called it-te poor, De
pendent Jane So Jane Balhesn pick
I'd up her ears-and folio we'd Hcaan 9
glance across the winter gufd~x where
they sat at tea, to the little b~hle by
the staircase, where man sat quite
alone.
He had but just arrived and he was
tall and broad shouldered, with face
as still as if it had been cut from
bronze, out of which looked the steady
eagle eyes of a racing motorlst-er an
aviator-or an explorer. Vaguely Jane
felt him to be an interesting man; a
man with the glamor of a great per
sonality about him. and she turned to
Helen to say so, but the-words checked
on her lips, for dim as was the lights
in their corner under the pslms she
saw something new ia Heaen S face.
lance could not read the rbaniag
of that intent look but it SiIsnced her.
Then, in moment, Helen turned
with her everyday smile.
'Finshedi Let S go upstairs; the
books wired for came this after
noon. y
Irayersing the great room under fire
of so many curious eyes was quite an
ordeal to Lady BALKAN. She scurried
across it, and fairly ran up the first
flight OF stairs; then noticed with dis
may that Helen was no longer behind
her She looked over the balcony Just
in time to see the new man stoop to
pick up Helen's handkerchief and
Helen turn on the lowest step to Pc
ceive it from him Tall as she was, he
was taller, and their eyes were Just on
level as she stood there above him.
She thanked him carelessly; then sud
den recognition dawned IN her eyes.
"Surely-it is Captain Adamantf"
she said. 81 heard you lecture at the
Royal Geographical. y
Her voice was low and sweet, her
eyes smiled, she looked wonderful as
she stood there in that roomful of ordi.
nary mortais-s princess out of fairy
tale-the vision of a dream--exquisite,
regal supremely unconscious of the
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