White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1923-07-27
Observation-Disclosures
INsTALLMENT NO. IL

INSTALLMENT NO. IL.
Thus far he had stood apart, watch
ing her and listening to her in silence.
Not look that had crossed her face,
not a word that had fallen from her
had escaped him. Unconsciously on
her side, unconsciously on his side,
she now wrought on his nature with a
purifying and ennobling influence
which animated it with new life. All
that had been selfish and violent in
his passion for her left him to return
no more. The Unreasonable devotion
which he laid at her feet in the days
that were yet to come-the unyield-
ing courage which cheerfully accepted
the sacrifice of himself when events
demanded it at later period of his
life-struck root in him now. With
out attempting to conceal the tears
that were falling fast over his cheeks,
striving vainly to express those new
thoughts in him that were beyond the
the truest friend and servant that
ever woman had. ooh, my dear my
heart Is heavy for you. Take me to
serve you and help you. Her lady
ships kindness will permit it, | am
sure"
He could say no more. In those
simple words the cry of his heart
reached her. Forgive me, Robert"
she answered, gratefully, "if l said
anything to pain you when we spoke
together little while since. didn't
mean it." She gave him her hand, and
looked timidly over her shoulder at
Lady Lydiard. Let me go!" she said,
in low, broken tones; 'let me go!"
Mr.. Troy heard her, and stepped
forward to interfere before Lady Ly-
diard could speak. The man had re.
covered his self-control; the lawyer
took his place again on the scene.
"You must not leave us, my dear,
he said to Isabel, until l have put
question to Mr.. Moody in which you
are interested. Do you happen to have
the number of the lost bank-note?'
he asked, turning to the steward.
Moody produced his slip of paper
with the number on 1t. Mr.. Troy made
two copies of it before he returned
the paper One copy he put in his
pocket, the other he handed to Isabel
"Keep it carefully" he said Neither
you nor know how soon it may be OF
use to you"
Receiving her copy from him, she
felt mechanically in her apron for
her pocket-book. She had used it in
playing with the dog, as an object
to hide from him; but she had suf
fered and was still suffering too keenly
to be capable Of the effort of re
membrance. Moody, eager to hepl her
even in the most rtifling thing, guessed
what had happened. You were playing
with Tommie," he said; lis it in the
next room?"
The dog heard his name pronounced
even in the most trifling thing, guesse
through the open door. The next mo
ment he trotted into the drawingroon
with Isabel's pocket-book in his mouth
He was a strong, well-grown Scotch
TERROR of the largest size, with bright
intelligent eyes, and a coat of thick
curling white hair, diversified by two
light-brown patches on his back. AS
looked from one to another of the
persons present, the fine sympathy
Of his race told him that there was
trouble among his human friends. His
tail dropped; he whinned softly as she
approached Isabel, and laid her peck
et-book at her feet.
She knelt as she picked up The
pocket-book, and raised her playfel
low of happier days to take her leave
Of him. AS the dog put his paws or
her shoulders, returning her caress
her first tears fell Foolish of me,
she said, family, ito cry over dog
can't help it. Goodbye Tommie!"
Putting him away from her gently
she walked toward the door The dos
instantly followed. She put him ava,
from her, for the second time, ant