The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1922-06-01

and trembled. She was 10 longer
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
a carriage Of which a princess might
have been proud. Yet 1t was plain
that the entrance Of Dyck at this mo-
ment vas disturbing. 1t was not what
she had foreseen.
She showed no hesitation, however,
but came forward to meet her visitor,
while Michael fell back, as also did
rarius 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 nea
enough almost to touch Sheila.
Surely, he thought, she was supreme
in appearance and design. She was
touched by a rose on each cheek and
made womanly by firm and yet gener-
Gus breasts, tenderly imprisoned by
the white chiffon Of her blouse In
which was one bright sprig Of the buds
luxuriance On a person sparsely n
mented. 1t vas Sheila herself, whom
time had enriched with far more than
years and experience. 1t was a per-
sOnality which would anywhere have
taken place and held 1t. 1t was I'M
dnfaofohln parcictnnt md nnrn1onnnf .
1t 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 she
must fly 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 Its birth.
Here was the Dyck Calhoun she had
known in days gone by, but not the
Dyck she had looked to see; for this
man was like M who had come from
a 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
a line in the middle; his manne was
rigid, almost frigid, indeed. Only In
his eyes was there that which denied
all that his face and manner saba
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 agOnized 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she did not feel repealed by him.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-
tineers. She understood why Dyck
Calhoun, enlisting as a common sailor,
should take up their cause and run
risk to advance 1t. That he had adj
vanced 1t 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 to America.
so I came here, and" She paused.
her voice trembling slightly.
"There Is much to do at Salem," he
added calmly, and yet with his heart
beating as 1t had not beaten since the
day he had first met her at Playmore.
"You wouldn't take the money l
sent to Dublin for you-the gift Of a
believing friend. and you would not
come to America |"
II shall have to 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 to Mrs. Llyn. Unlike her
daughter. Mrs. Lyn did not offer her
hand. She was pale. distraught trou-
bled-and vexed. She. however. muir
INJURED his name and bowed.
~You did not expect to see me here
In Jaualca." he said boldly.