The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1916-05-31
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driver had had his orders, for his EN-.
ployer gave none, but the heavy car,
scarcely slackening speed, swerved
through the open gates and the lodge
keeper lifted his cap as the party
swept past. Something in his salute
awoke old memorles-could he be the
same who had served her father? she
asked herself. THAT man" she re-
marked to Rhinelander, "looks exact
ly like fathers old keeper"
He ought to- returned Rhineland-
er, evenly.
"Why 500"
because he is the same man."
The car drew up before the house
and stopped. what are you going to
make a call here?"
EYES," answered Rhineland6r pre-
pairing to get out while footman, run
ming down the steps. opened the ton
neau door for him. "And," he added.
II want you to come in with me-
Hclen's brow furrowcd a little in
perplexity. But l don't know these
people,, she murmured under her
breath.
Rhinelander standing on the ground
while the foOtman waited at the other
side Of the open tonneau door for
Helen, held out his hand: You'll find
you're mistaken" he said to Helen
convincingly. You know almost every
one here And even from those you
don't know, can promise you gcnu-
inc welcome
Uncle Amos" demanded Helen,
hurrying with him up the flight OF
steps that led to the familiar vesti-
bule, and toward which Rhinelander
seemed fastening with unusual en-.
ergy, what do you mean?"
"I'n tell You what, Helen, the mo-
ment you cross the Threshold"
,, Her maid was ut her elbow and in
the excitement of the little French
woman. in her sparkling eyes and com
pressed lips-Helen read moro of the
great secret. She drew deep breath
and standing in. tho big hall, looked
around: "Why." she faltered, every
thing seems Just as left it. Am J
dreaming" She drew her hand faint
ly across her eyes. What does this
mean? These furnishings = every
thing! Uncle Amos" she cried under
her breath. "who lives here? What Is
it? What has happencd?"
Helen" he took her two hands into
his own, this is now your home just
|. as 1t used to be. And your old friends
are nearly all here to greet you"
group of servants, men and WON
en-, stood at the entrance to the dining
room. They were familiar faces to the
agitated girl.
Tears welled into her burning eyes
as she looked into the faces smiling
around her.
Annette" said Rhinelander briskly
to the maid. Miss Holmes wishes to
go to her ROOM"
Like one dazed, Helen turned to
ward the foot Of the stairs but she did
not 60 up. Instead, she ran impulsive
ly to Rhinelander, threw her arms
about his neck and kissed him. The
two stood for a moment in silence
neither Of them equal to speaking,
then Helen turned to Annette who
waited and RhinelandGr, blowing. his
nose vigorously, walked out into the
garden.
Some hours later he and Helen were
on tho lawn when Spike came hurry.
ing up tho drive carrying in his arms
two little dogs. They're for you"
he muttered grufIly to Helen when she
asked about them. Il knew what Mr..
Rhinelander was doing all this time"
he said, relaxing into a grin, land I
couldn't keep up with his pace in max
ing presents, but 1 wanted to bring
you something
why, these little dears are royal
gift insisted Helen. 'Spikc, you
ought never to have done such a thing.
They're beauties!"
"Oh, no." demurred Spike.
But they are declared Rhineland-
er. where did you get them, Spikc?"
Spike made light of the matter.
They didn't cost much," he said mod
estly. Il traded an old kit of burglar
COOAo AoA liC pGAl4 " SASlAs liloue3IlS
he added simply. II might never need
the tools again-thcy were mostly old
modcls-and you might need the dogs.
That's no JOKE he insisted, when he
saw how Helen and Rhinelander were
laughing. "These dogs are better thai,
all kinds of burglar alarms. And he
nodded slightly toward Rhinelander,
"as I've been given the Job of watch
man on these grounds, I'm thinking
about myself too. They'd be big
help to me as well as guard for Miss
Helen"
Everything that day seemed to como
just right While the three were to-
gether messenger boy appeared with
telegram for Helen. She opened it
and read: T;
Miss Helen Holmes, :,
Signal. !:
Will be on Local today. ,
GEORGE STORM.
Helen's face reflected the pleasure