The diamond drill., 1921-09-10

At he very entrance. Inside the gate,
In the garden. they saw Sheila Lyn.
her mother and Darius Boland. who
seemed to be enduring from the moth
er some sharp reprimand. to the
amusement OF the daughter.
As the gate closed behind Dyck and
Michael, the three from Virginia
turned round and faced them. AS
Dyck came forward. Sheila flushed
and trcmbied. She was no longer q
young girl. but her slim straightness
and the soft lines OF her figure gave
her a dignity and charm which made
her young womanhood distinguished
for she was now twenty-five and had
carriage OF which a princess might
have been proud. Yet II was plain
that the entrance Of Dyck at this mo-
ment wan disturbing. II was not what
she had foreseen.
She showed no hesitation. however,
but came forward 10 meet her visitor.
while Michael fell back. as also did
Darius Boland. Both these seemed TO
realize that the less they saw and
heard, the better; and they presently
got together In another part OF the
garden. as Dyck Calhoun came near
enough almost to touch Shella.
Surely. he thought. she was supreme
In appearance and design. She was
touched by rose on each cheek and
made womanly by firm and yet gener-
GUS breasts. tenderly imprisoned by
the white chiffon OF her blouse I'm
which was one bright sprig Of the buds
OF a cherry tree-a touch OF modest
luxuriance on person sparsely orna-
mented. II was Sheila herself, whom
time had enriched with far more than
years and experience. It was a per-
sonality which would anywhere have
taken place and held II. II was un-
defeatable. persistent and permanent;
II was the spirit OF Ireland loose In
a world that was as far apart from
Ireland as she was from her dead. dis
honored father
And Dyck? At first she felt sha
must fiy TO him-yes. in spite OF the
fact that he had suffered prison for
manslaughter. But a nearer look at
him stopped the impulse at It's birth.
known In days gone by, but not the
Dyck she had looked TO see; for this
man was like one who had come from
n hanging, who had seen his dearest
swinging at the end OF a rope. His
face was set In coldness; his hair was
streaked with gray; his forehead had
line IN the middle; his manner was
rigid. almost frigid, indeed Only In
his eyes was there that which denied
all that his face and manner said--a
hungry. absorbing. hopeless look. the
look OF one who searches for a friend
in the denying desert.
Somehow, when he bowed low To
her and looked her In the eyes as no
one In all her life had ever done, she
had an almost agonlzed understanding
OF what a man feels who has been
imprisoned-that he is never the same
again. He was an ex-convict and yet
she did not feel repealed by him. She
did not believe he had killed Erris
Boyne- AS for the later crime OF mu-
tiny. that did not concern her much
She was Irish but, more than that
she was In sympathy with the mu-
tineera She understood why Dyck
Calhoun, enlistlng as a common sailor,
should take up their cause and run
risk 10 advance II. That he had adj
vanced II was known TO all the world
that he had paid the price of his mu-
tiny by saving the Kings navy with
a stolen ship; and that he had won
wealth was but another proof OF the
mans power
"You would not come 10 America,
SO I came here, and" She paused,
her voice trembling slightly
'sThere Is much 20 do at Salem,- he
added calmly, and yet with his heart
beating as II had not beaten since the
day he had first met her at Playmore.
sYou wouldn't take the money
sent 10 Dublin for you-the gift of
believing friend. and you would not
come TO America y
II shall have 10 tell you why one day."
he answered slowly. "but I'll pay my
respects TO your mother now"
So saying he went forward and
bowed low 10 Mrs. Llyn. Unlike her
Mrs. Llyn did not offer her
hand. She was pale, dlstraught, trou-
bled-and vexed. She, however. mur-
INJURED his name and bowed.
"You did not expect 10 see me here
i'm Jnmaica." NE said boldly.
"Frankly. did not. Mr.. Calhoun"
she said.