The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1916-04-06
NOVELLZED FROM THE MOVING PICTURE pl AY
OF THE SANE NAME PRODUCED BY THE SIGNAL
COPYRIGHT 1913 gY FRANK Il spEARr,aps

pAoyeI gave nOne,e out 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 memories-could he be the
| same who had served her father? she
| asked herself. s'That man." she re-
marked to Rhinelander, looks exact
ly like fathers old keeper
"He ought to-" returned Rhineland-
er, evenly.
"Why so?"
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 footman, run
ming down the steps, opened the ton
| neau door for him. And" he added,
Il want you to come in with me-"
Helen's brow furrowed a little in
perplexity. But l don't know these
people," she murmured under her
breath.
Rhinelander standing on the ground
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 genu-
inc welcome.'
Uncle Amos demanded Helen,
hurrying with him up the fight of
steps that led to the familiar vesti-
bule, and toward which Rhinelander
seemed Fastening with unusual en-
| ergy, what do you mean?"
''Il 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 COM
pressed lips-Helen read more of the
great secret. She drew a deep breath
| around: Why" she faltered, every
thing seems just as I left it.. Am l
dreaming?" She drew her hand faint
ly across her eyes. What does this
mean? These furnishings-eve
thing! Uncle Amos" she cried under
her breath, who lives here? What is
it? What has happened?"
"HeIen," he took her two hands into
his own, this is now your home just
as it used to be. And your old friends
| are nearly all here to greet YOU
A group of servants, men and WON
en-, stood at the entrance to the dining
room They were familiar faces to the
agitated girl.
| MT ho1 h11r
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 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.
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 gruff1y to Helen when she
asked about them. II knew what Mr..
RhineIander was doing all this time,
he said, relaxing into grin, land l
couldn't keep up with his pace in max
/ ing presents, but / wanted to bring
YOU something"
| s'Whv. these little dears are a royal
sift.'' insisted Helen. Spike, you
ought never to have done such thing.
They're beauties!"
ooh, no." demurred Spike.
But they are" declared Rhineland-
ar where did you get them, Spike?"
Spike made light Of the matter
eThey didn't cost much" he said mod
estlv. 81 traded an old kit of burglar
tools for the pair O. them. thought,
he added simply, 81 might never need
tho tools again-they were mostly old
models-and you might need the dogs.
That's no joke" he insisted, when ne
saw how Helen and Rhinelander were
1anphing. "These dogs are better than
| oil kinds of burglar alarms. And, ne
nodded slightly toward Rhinelander,
"as rye been given the job OF watch
man on these grounds, I'm thinking
about myself, too. They'd be big
So1n n me as well as a guard for Miss
| Helen"
Evervthing that day seemed to come
inst right. While the three were TO-
gether a messenger boy appeared with
q telegram for Helen. She opened 1t
and read:
Miss Helen Holmes,
| Signal.
Will be on Local today.
GEORGE STORM.