Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1916-05-26

through the open gdIeS duu luS louSO-
keeper lifted his cap as the party
swept past. Something in his salute
awoke old memories-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 SOP
Because he is the same man."
The car drew up before the house
and stopped. What are you going to
do?' asked Helen in an undertone,
make a call here?"
Yes" answered Rhinelander pre-
pairing to get out while a footman, run
ming down the steps, opened the ton
neau door for him. And" he added,
81 want you to come in with me-
Helen's brow furrowed a little in
p%erplexity. 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
n here. And even from those you
don't know, / car promise you a genu-
inc welcome"
Uncle Amos" demanded Helen,
hurrying with him up the fight of
steps that led tt the familiar vesti-
bule, and toward which Rhinelander
seemed fastening with unusual en-
ergy, what do you mean?"
I'll tell you what, Helen, the mo
ment you cross the threshold"
Her maid was at her elbow and in
the excitement Of the little French
woman, in her sparkling eyes and CON-
pressed lips-Helen read more of the
great secret. She drew a deep breath
and standing in the big hall, looked
around: why" she faltered, every.
thing seems just as l left it. Am ]
dreaming?" She drew her hand faint.
ly across her eyes. What does this
mean? These furnishings every.
thl16' OISaO 1AulOop ohC CllCu un0Cl
her breath, who lives here? What is
it? What has happened?"
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"
A group of servants, men and WON
IN, 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 n dazed, Helen turned to-
ward the foot of the stairs but she did
not go 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 Rhinelander, blowing his
nose vigorously, walked out into the
garden. AsS4's sst$f@-s.sas
Some hours later he and Helen were
on the lawn when Spike came hurry
Ing up the drive carrying in his arms
two little dogs. They're for you"
he muttered gruffly to Helen when she
asked about them. Il knew what Mr..
Rhinelander was doing all this time"
be said, relaxing into a grin, land 1
couldn't keep up with his pace in max
ing presents, but / wanted to bring
you something"
Why, these little dears are a royal
gift insisted Helen. Spike, 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, Spike?"
Spike made light of the matter.
They didn't cost much" he said mod
estly. 81 traded an old kit of burglar
tools for the pair o. them. / thought"
he added simply. Il might never need
the tools again-they were mostly old
models-and you might need the dogs.
That's no joke" he insisted, when he
say how Helen and Rhinelander were
laughing. These dogs are better than
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 a big
help to me as well as a guard for Miss
Helen"
Everything that day seemed to COM
just right. While the three were to-
gether a messenger boy appeared with
a telegram for Helen. She opened it
and read:
Miss Helen Holmes,
Signal.
VIII be on Local today.