Belt Valley times. [volume] (Armington, Mont.) 1894-1977, 1926-12-16

sir" she said stifiy. Il have no de-
sire for your company"
/ stared at her. mouth agape.
II have offended" I began.
I may as well tell you" she inter-
)rupted me again. Il have heard that
about you which VIII make nae have
no inclination for your company"
"And ] shall ask you to tell me what
that Is" / retorted with mounting In
dignation -It Is not fair that you
should accept the slurs Of an enemy
behind my back"
She hesitated
THAT may be So" Ashe adpitted.
.'out You viii be willing to ansFer me
two questiOnsf"
Surely"
You are Captain ormerod. former
~ chamberlain 10 King james III
"Yes."
"And you not long ago abandoned
the kings service and frultlessly
sought pardon In Lenden7,
NN'Yes."
''That Is enough for me. You are
traitor, deserter. proven out OF
your own mouth"
But"
mo. sir; there Is naught you can
say would interest me. / should de-
spise you none the less had you de-
serted In the same circumstances to
my own side. Il makes 1t no less cul-
pabie that you deserted from my side
because our fortunes were at low ebb."
But you shall hear me" protested.
This Is absurd. what you say. You
have taken two bare statements OF
fact and twisted into them the I'M
plications skillfuIly made by a per-
sonal enemy. You"
Last night. sir" she said cuttingly,
Withdrawing the folds of her cloak
so that they might not touch me, you
played upon my sympathles with your
tale Of exile and a brother buried In
the Clan Donald country. and ! was
all for sympathy with you and sorrow
for your sorrow. You as much as told |
me You were one Of the Good People. |
You let me deceive myself. after you
had deceived me first. Oh, you Will
have acted unspeakably
"What I told you was truel was |
out in the 10; l fed to Scotland with |
my brother; he died and was buried |
there: / escaped with the remnants
Of the expedition; am an exile at
this moment"
FAN exIlel Phaughi Think on the
honest men can truly say that In their
this day And you'll
could weep for the shame that your
dead brother and the mother that bore
you will be feeling as they look down
upon youl"
with that she was gone. and I was
eft eursing De Veulle. whose treach-
erous tongue had planted the distorted
shreds Of truth In her mind; cursing
Murray, who must have stood by and
listened 10 II all. smugly amused;
.ursing my cousin who had put me In
such plight, after winning my inner
lance: cursing the men and women at
st. German who repaid years Of sac
'Ifice and ungrudging loyalty with
mch canards; cursing Juggins for hav-
ng embarked me upon the ship with
he girl: cursIng myself for getting
nto such false position; curslng the
,iri-
But no. Common. sense came to my
escue then. There was something I'M
fine about her attitude.
omething I should never have thought
o uncover I'm Murray's daughter, how
veK beautiful and attractive she
night be. There was devotion for you. I
aitHfu8nesa SO lnst eause the single
iinded truthfulness which only good
'oman can possess.
The twilight faded rapidly. and I {
ound myself with no appetite for the !
rowdedi main cabin. where De VeuIle Z
nd Murray played piquet. or my stufry Z
erth. I strolled the deck, immersed I
J thought conned over what Jug {
ms had told me. memOrized anew d
ANY Of the messages he had intrusted q
, me. specialized upon the possible I
Urn Of Affairs. planned In some q
ague way to win a fortune In that I'M a
nown new world ahead Of me. and
i'm the proceeds In one hand and a n
ardon In the other. return and re- II
aim Foxcroft from those abominable
smnshire cousins II
With chin cupped In hand / leaned Il
BON the starboard rail In the black II
ell OF shadow which was formed by II
Ie overhang Of the forecastle. and Y