New Britain herald., 1922-09-06

coHtlnueui tie says that all sum mer she fed the baby at her breas till she went sick again. He want to tell you that she said, when sh, went away, she surely would return He says, There I lived until watel froze again He says, But no on, came back, so went away"
 Where did you go?" Barney eriet quickly. as the mediums pictur, changed; gone from her, as surpris ingly as they had come, were tn, slight motions of her hands, the jerk ings and mannerisms which hat characterized the presence of tn, ''control" Mrs, Dnvoi slowly sat up right and gazed duly about like al ordinary, over-fed woman making al apparent effort of memory to recog nize her callers.
 Well, dearie," she said at last tt Ethel. Did you get satisfied? Wa. there good resuIts?"
 Ethel realized with a gasp, that the seance was over.
 CHAPTER XIV.
 You think we'd better have Kin. cheloe arrested?" Ethel asked Barney when she returned home.
 I'd like to know what he's doing now" Barney said.
 "Oh; Bennet's told mo. He's hay. ing his sort of fast time. That part Of Chicago's called, by people who go there. Little Paris.
 Barney made no comment, and they both sat down.
 Do you want to tell me what you thought about it?"
 You mean whether believed those were the circumstances of my birth? Yes, l did, Miss Carew."
 "Who could the Indian be? Noah Jo?"
 T suppose so."
 He stood up and, turning his back to Ethel, he strode away, as he had a habit of doing when beset by emo- .aaAisSStt.< .SesA A.3 :ssSSt.s<. -t---'+
 You see-you see-Miss Carew, Il hadn't occurred to me then that 1-'
 What, Barney?'
 That I might have been born on the Rock, Miss Carew"
 Barney" Ethel rebuked him by his own name gently. "Barney.'
 You can't want me to call you
 T cant?"
 9 "Ethel" he said. hardly whisper ing 1t; but she heard. "Ethel.' he clenched his hands behind him, and she stepped farther back. That's the way I was born, l believe.'
 Let's believe it, Barney.'
 Miss Carew"
 T don't mind believing it, Barney It doesn't change you. Except to make you fner'
 Finer"
 Because you've had to do it all yourself, Don't you see how IT." she faltered a little and substituted every one must admire you only more for that. Besides, my people are to blame"
 How do you mean?" he asked quickly.
 They must be. We both of us know together that my people-my grandfather and my uncle, at least tried to harm you. Not to hurt you, perhaps; but they saw that Quinlan was killed before he could find you. Why? You hadn't done anything to any of my family; you hadn't even heard of them before you met me. It was what you were-because you were that baby born on the Rock; and they knew it."
 T said you might be-any one." she recalled. gazing up at him with eyes suddenly wet You are not lot just an outcast born In an Indian 1ut. I don't think I'd care if ou vere."
 he had; but having said it, she meant it. She would not care if he were an outcast born in a Chippewa hack; but the certainty that he was lot was never clearer to her than low.
 T know now why grandfather cared the Rock all these years, Bar icy; it was for fear you'd cc:ne back That's why the house was built and eft to wait for you.'
 But this which we learned to- light. Barney, helps a lot; your n other came--with you,' she added ,ently, ito the shore there beyond St. In April-the moon of he breaking snowshoes. she re- ,eated the poetry of the Indian phrase, Noah Jo-we may as we'll all him that-took her in his boat .cross the channel to Resurrection Rock where he and his wife took care # her. You were born there; in your mother was sick.