The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1916-04-27

II WISH 70 see you alone" he said
directly.
"WhateVef You may have to say to
me must be said in the presence OF
my friends, she replied.
Straight frolu The shoulder, lie nod
ded with appreciation. II ann your
father
Beyond that accident of clance,"
she yeplied, Il do not recognize YOU"
where's Donald?" he asked.
"IIe Is. hope, on his way to South
America. II knew exactly where |
should not tell YOU"
Smcad laughed. We'll, you are vast
ing your time He has lied to us all
neatly. He went away with the gems
slowed in his pocket Fine reforma-
ton that!'
''That is not true"
And who might You be-" INQUIRED
Smead coldy.
Il am Donald's wife" answered
Frances.
He appraised her critically.
Ibid you ever hear of the emeralds
of the Princess Xenia, so caIled?" add
ed Smead. He could at least twist
their hearts bit if nothing more
Yes. He left Il note for me-" inter
rupted Diana, telling me what he did
with them"
"And if he has the jewels he has
certain rights to them. They We're
mine" said Frances.
Yours? Stole them from you, his
wife," said Smead.
perhaps lie only took Them" she
modified.
"All men are not rOgues.'
MIR Smead,' said Diana. Il was born
at sea, and my mother was buried at
sea. And while she lay dying in the
stateroom below, calling for you. call
ing for you. you told the steward not
to bother you. You were busy play
ing cards in the smokerOUm on deck.
There is a burial at sea between you
and me, Mr. Smcad. These are the
last words Shall ever speak to you"
Crawford stepped to the door and
opened it.
Right about face, With never Il glance
back, into the open, down the path to
the dock went Smead.
"Simmons" said the very old man,
II hate that man greater than ull the
hatreds III my life combined, yet what
a son-in-laW he would have made born
right!''
II am tired, and my arm aches" said
Diana.
"Grandchill, | am a very old. very
lonely man. | have brought my pride
to you and laid it at your feet Ii
your mother had come to me at any
time God is witness | would have tax
ell her in my arms. But she was proud.
too proud to admit that her judgment
was wrong and mine was right. l
want young people in my house. l
want to hear laughter, music, coming
with him that day in Kingston. But
the cool banter Of the boy had mad
lened him.
Suddenly his teeth met with a click,
and the cigar bounded and rolled down
his chest to the bottom of the boat.
Played He knew now. The boy
had them. Possession had given him
this courage. A quarter of a million,
and South America, where no one
would ask questions!
Played. Diana should tell him where
the boy had gone. and, if it was the
last thing he ever did, he would find
him. Played all along: actually made
sport of.
At the farm he called for Miss Smead
There was nobody there by that name
Perhaps 1t is Miss Wynne you wish
to see?''
Wynne So she had taken her moth
ers name?
II am her father. l wish to see her."
Crawford, the smiling old aristocrat
Though at this moment his face was
grave enough), the lawyer and a young
woman he did not know. We're stand
ing behind Diana's chair
Smead looked keenly at his daugh-
ter's face. She was as beautiful as
aver her mother had been. The sight
and going l want the ghosts driven
out of it's Corners
"Grandfatler, am going to marry
the man l love, whatever he says"
MIR. Wynne," said Crawford, Il have
but little, yet believe that little will
suffice. could not live on my wifes
bounty"
But she is bound to inherit what |
have. Why waste all this time?'
Let us compromise" interposed the
suaye Simmons. Small birthday and
Christmas gifts and Thursdays and
Sundays to dine at Mr.. Wynne's."
Diana looked up at Crawford, and he
looked down at her.
Then they both laughed, and the
grandfather laughed. and Simmons
cacklcd, and the young woman with
the tragic eyes smiled.
ITO that we agree" said Crawford
And then Uncle Billy came rushing
into the parlor.
Hey, Miss Wynne. got en-
From under his arm he took the gray
cotton castings and shook forth the
butts of two rods.