Belt Valley times. [volume] (Armington, Mont.) 1894-1977, 1926-12-09

Juggins. and I had feeling Of relies
lance at practiclng deceit upon thia
girl at our first meeting. But Hhe
saved me from my quandary.
You viii not be what you seem
sir" she said gravely. That J can
see. and perhaps you viii not think
me indiscreet II I say so much.
lis true" assented eagerly. IN
deed"
''But you viii be meeting my she
hesitated ever so .little-"my father
presently. no doubt. and he viii make
US known to one another. Now
must go on deck"
And she walked By me WITH a falnt
swish or skirts that sounded like an
echo OF far-olf fairy music.
Her father Who could he BET AND
then realization smote me.
Plainly. she could not be De veuhe's
daughter-nor Captain AbbOt's. She
was Murray's."
Murray's daughterl I rehelled
against the idea. II could not be II
ought not to be. What right had he
TO daughter-and such maid as
thisf Twas absurd Manifestly alb
surdl
Why. must hate the man. had
no other recourse. And he had
daughteri And above all. this daugh-
ter
When came on deck the next morn
ing we were driving down-channel be-
/ fore a smart northwest wind. Muir
ray stood by the weather rail with
the negFe, who learned afteFward
was called Tom, at his elbow. As
emerged from the companlonway Tom
leaned forward and whispered some
thing to his master Murray walked
straight across the deck to my side, his
eyes fastened upon my face.
How, now. Master Juggins," he
said heartily. his hand outstretched.
@and did you leave your good uncle
or is II cousin ?--well7"
/ perceived that he took me for the
lout was dressed to represent. and
strove to play up to the disguise.
swell enough. sir" ! answered sui
lenly. shifting clownishly from foot
to foot.
"'Tis goodi" he exclaimed. Faith
am vastly 1relieved. have q warm
regard for honest Robert Jugglns He
has spoken OF me, perhapsT
The question. designed to catch my
simple mentality unawares, gave me
considerable amusement.
"0h, aye muttered.
II. - L.
lures, as you doubtless know" con-
tinued Murray.
@But he doesn't take It seriously,
SIR" assured him grayely.
"Ehg What's thatf"
"He laughs about II, sir"
And giggled at him stupidity. After
a moments inspection OF my eounte-
nance he seemed constrained to &C
cept the remark as witless innocence,
for a grim light OF humor appeared IA
his eyes.
Laughs, does he7 looks, might /
have known II. He Is a merry soul,
Robert Juggins. and I should like I'd /
see him footing. a morris to a right /
merry tune. Mayhnp we shall see II
some day. Who knows"
"who knows. sir7" repeated va
cantly.
.And you are to cast your fortunes
In America, ladl You may count upon
my good offices in New York. Faith.
I shall be glad to do favor II can
for Robert Juggins' nephew-or did
you say cousln7"
II am"
But he saved me from the lie.
"Ah, here is come one OF our fell
low passengers" he interrupted.
! turned to see De veulle approach
ing us.
"iTis French gentleman" pursued
Murray, bent upon winning my conf
dence with his easy manners and glib
tongue, ION lis way to Canada. Ha.
chevaIier. meet a young countryman
Of mine. Master Juggins-the Cheya-
ller de veulle.
All unusupecting, De yeulle made
nae q slight bow. look Of Indifferent
dlsdain on his face at sight Of my Pile
1eian- figure. The disguise was good,
and hoped might cozen him for q 4
lime at least. But no man forgets
another who has toyed with his life. I
md his indifference was dissipated the I
Instant his eye met mine.
aInggins1, he exclaimed in bewll-
ierment. "PnrbIeut IT'S Harry Or
nerod. the Jacobite refugeei"
Murray snapped his fingers to Tom.
he negro. who had been a silent wit
less to our conversation. In an In
itant he stood beside Us.
'Is this the man who came with
iiaster Juggins to the hearing before
he lords Of trader snapped Murray.
HE de man. massa."
"You are sureT
Yes, massa"
orrnerod Is to be brought TO a
realization Of the trssehery Of