The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 34, No. 33, Ed. 1 Tuesday, July 27, 1909 Page: 3 of 8
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SYNOPSIS.
Three glrto — Elisabeth, Gabrlelle and
ISltse—started (or Canada to spend the
-summer there. On board uteamen they
•were frightened by an apparently dement-
' o, finding a bag belonging
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women met a Mrs. Graham, anxiously
«d stranger, who,
to one f them, took enjoym
Onlzlng a photo of the trio. The
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- ' r Edith. A cottage
•cean was rented. Two men
They proved to be John C.
They were Introduced to
Lord Wilfrid and Lady Edith.
by the
called.
Blake and Gordon Bennett, one a friend
of Elisabeth's father. A wisp of yellow
liatr from Mr. Graham'B pocket fell Into
the hands of Ellse
was black. Fearlm
Mrs. Graham's hair
for the safety of
i
was Mack. Fearing for the sarety or
none gems. Lady Edith left them In a
safe at the cottage. Mr. Gordon Bennett
■was properly Introduced, explained his
urtlone en board ship. Ellse, alone, ex-
plored the cellar, overhearing a conver-
sation there between Mary Anne and a
man. He proved to be her son, charged
■with murder. At a supper, which was
held on the rocks, Elizabeth rather mys-
teriously lost her ring, causing a search
toy the entire party., Gabrlelle witnessed
a stormy scene between Lady Edith and
Lord Wilfrid. Jealousy being the cause.
Mary Anne brought back Elizabeth a
ring. ENse went saltlnn with Gordon
Bennett He tried to persuade her to
return the Jewels left In the girl a care
toy Lady Edith. At midnight Ellse saw
two men—one of them Gordon Bennett—
attempting to force an entrance Into
their Uafhouse. She admitted to herself
that she had nearly loved him and be-
lieve* herself used as a tool. Mrs Gra-
ham, sick, told Ellse of her husband's
love for another woman. Gordon Ben-
iett and Blake returned with Mr. Gra-
ham's body. He had been murdered.
Lord Wilfrid grew sulky. Lady Edith
confided to Ellse that Blake and Ben-
nett were thieves. Lady Edith led taor to
where Ihey were trying to break In. The
Rlrta were awnkened late at night by a
noise In the cottnpa. They found Blake
and Bennett awaiting Lady Edith, who,
notorious crook, ana Lonl Wilfrid, a
smuggler, wanted for murder. They re-
fused to believe. Blake proved to be a
E rnment officer. Bennott, surprised
y Edith and Lord Wilfrid taking the
Jewels from the safe. Both con-
fessed their guilt. Lady Edith's love for
Graham was told, also now Lord Wilfrid
had slain him because of Jealousy. The
girls prepared to go home. Bennett pro-
posed to Ellse and was accepted.
CHAPTER XVII.
We were going home. Our trunks
were packed and our passage engaged.
We told each other we were glad to
go, but If the truth were known, we
were all very melancholy and wan-
dered around picking up stray last
articles la a resigned silence which
grew more and more depressing as the
afternoon advanced.
"It might have been clear, our last
day," observed Elizabeth, flattening
feer nose against the window pane as
she peered out Into the gray drizzle
which harmonized so well with our
state of mind.
It was then I announced my inten-
tion of walking to the village, to get
any mail which might have accumu-
lated in the two days since we had
visited the post office. So I got my
rain-coat and umbrella, and kas
fastened my veil I heard a gloomy
voice from the next rqom.
"What have I done with my life?
When I get back to Washington I in
tend to make a fresh start I will read
to the blind, and—"
Smothering the first Inclination to
laugh which I had had for some days,
I left Elizabeth to struggle with the
blue devils which had got possession
of her alter ego, and went up to the
village.
I was glad I went, for, heavy
though the atmosphere undoubtedly
was, It .seemed leaa depressing than
our pretty little rooms, and, besides,
I wanted to be alone. So I got the
mall, and wandered slowly back along
the familiar path, with my heart
strangely heavy and a very suspicious
lump In my throat, which made me
thankful I was not obliged to talk to
anyone.
When I got to the steps leading
down to our little slip I paused and
looked wistfully toward It, but the tog
was so thick I could see nothing.
"I'm going down," I remarked de-
cidedly, as though some one had ob-
jected.
I sat with my face turned toward
the ocean, so I did not see a figure
follow me down the stepB, cross the
slip, and stand directly behind me,
quite obscured by my umbrella, which
I held very loosely indeed until a
sudden pufT of wind almost wrenched
It away rrom me.
I clutched at the handle In an In-
competent sort of way, and tried to
lower it, since It was difficult to bold
and I was already very wet, but the
catch would not work, and I strug-
gled vainly with It until a strong
brown hand quietly closed over mine
and I recognized the signet ring with
the Bennett crest
"Allow me," he remarked, Just as
he bad said to Gabrlelle when she was
fishing for the comb.
1 cou'J only stare dumbly, all at
once acutely conscious of my draggled
appearance. He lowered the umbrella
and calmly seated himself upon the
ledge beside me, raising his own as
he did o.
was ■ I HHHIp « m '■
it at aa
down
my neck, "will shield us
I wriggled ungratefully, and tried to
assume a careless air.
"I'm not much shielded," I replied,
"but, then, I did not ask to bo."
"But you wanted to?"
I was not prepared to answer his
question, so parried It by another.
"Where did you come from?"
"Prom the village. I saw you there,
and followed humbly In the rear, as a
culprit should. But, on my soul, I
don't know what I've done, except—"
"Don't," I Interrupted; "I do not
wish to talk about it."
"Well, I won't. But you might ad-
mit you were just a llttlo unreasonable
that night We really meant well."
"We are going away," I said, ab-
ruptly.
"I know."
"And we're never coming back any
more."
"Ob, yes, you are—next pummer."
"Never any more."
"I am coming back next summer,"
he said, positively, "but not by my-
self, I hope. My Island Is a very jolly
little place, but It's a bit lonely, even
when a fellow wants to rest after his
winter's work."
"What is your work?" I inquired,
suddenly conscious that none of us
knew or had cared to ask.
"Well, I draw a bit sometimes, just
enough to keep the jam-pot full, since
my parents insured my bread and but-
ter."
I sat up straight with surprise and
pushed aside the umbrella.
"Not Bennett, the illustrator?" I ex-
claimed.
"Why not, please?"
"Well!" I gasped, quite overcome,
for I knew and loved his illustrations
in the leading magazines, and had
read everything about him I could lay
my bands upon. "And to think we
first thought you Insane, and I even
doubted your honesty, while all the
time you were—"
"A very spoiled, lazy fellow," he in-
terrupted gravely, "and a lonely fel-
low, too, for success like mine brings
many acquaintances and few friends."
"You can always have Mr. Blake,"
I suggested pointedly, as he paused.
"Blake is all very well in his plac*."
he returned, shifting the umbrella to
his left hand and feeling abstractedly,
in his pocket, "but I want something
lots better, and I think I've found my
heart's desire. I want you to see her
picture."
"So you are going to be married?"
I scarcely recognized my own voice,
it sounded so strained and mechan-
ical.
"I truly hope so, but I have not ven-
tured to ask her yet. Will you look
at the picture and tell me whether you
ttink she will be kind? You see, I'm
by no means certain, and it is very
vital to me."
"How can I tell?" I began petulant-
ly, then paused abruptly, for it was
our picture he laid upon my lap, the
one he had so shamelessly abstracted
from Gabrielle's shopping bag. So I
stared wide-eyed and speechless, with
a clutching at my heart I could not
understand. Was it Gabrlelle or
Elizabeth?
"The one In the middle," he said,
gently. "Ellse—will she be kind?"
And then I realized he was not
speaking of some remote, shadowy
paragon of a girl, but of me—Just as
I was, In my old rain-coat and dripping
hat. I realized something else, too,
for when I looked up and met his eyes,
I tried to speak, but could not, be-
cause my heart was too full. But
words were quite unnecessary, for we
were looking into each others eyes,
and of course we understood,
"And now," he remarked, some time
later, when we were back to earth, or
rather to water, by the fine soft driz-
zle changing into a brisk shower—
"and now you really must go in, or
you will have pneumonia, and then
what should I do? But first It's up to
me to return that aide-comb. I said
I'd do It In my own way, you know,
so I'm going to put It in myself."
"But not now. Think how wet and
horrid my hair must bo,"
And then—well, I don't believe It Is
necessary for me to say any more.
Things which are very sweet and nat-
ural, and often form cherished mem-
ories, are apt to look very different in
cold hard print, and, moreover, what
would become of the little shrine we
erected for ourselves that rainy after-
noon if I took the world into our con-
fidence and allowed it to be desecrated
by the critical outsider?
CHAPTER XVIII.
Mary Anne made us our farewell
fire that night, almost putting It out
with the tears she shed as she ar-
ranged the driftwood. For Mary Anne
was a veritable Nlobe these last days,
poor soul, and every spare moment
was given over to weeping. She was,
she told us as she struck the match,
going home to England, where she
hoped she might die happy some day,
if only she could learn to forget. She
could 11 vv on her savings, and If not,
work wu ways to be had whm one
looked foj f And she hung ioviagly
about us, t > with protestations of
affection and regret at all that bad
happened. ,, .
"1 looked out fur you." she said) "1
made 'cm give back your ring,
Elizabeth, which sho took offen your
finger before you very b'eyes, miss,
when you was 'oldlng of 'er 'and on
the rocks in the moonlight. 0&, she
was clever, she was. But I made 'er
give it up. I went out that night, but
she was away wi' 'Arry Graham and
I couldn't git It till next day. Which
It was my shadder and Willy's yon
seen that night, Miss Ellse. He, 'alf
crazy, pore lad, because Jest as soon
as you was out of sight she up and
jlned 'AriP Graham and went out on
the water wl' 'lm. And them red
roses, Miss Gabi-ltlle—you seen 'ow it
was. And she alwlz 'ad 'em, alwls.
'Arry Graham seen to that, and Willy
couldn't do nothing."
Here she paused for breath.
"And I never, never drugged .you
but the once," she continued—"in the
chocolate, you know. I wouldn't do it
for neither of 'em, and very 'ard they
thought of me for It, too; but 'ow
could I go for to do It and you trustln'
me, even when you 'eard me and
Willy talkln' In the cellar? And I
brought you the tea myself that last
night, MIbs Ellse, when she wanted to
give It to you 'erself and put a powder
in It to send you to sleep; but I
wouldn't let 'er, for all she was my
son's wife. Oh, Willy, Willy!"
We got rid of her after awhile, and
cettled down for our last evening,
while the fire burned with Its green,
blue, lavender, and red lights, where-
in I now found wonderful pictures and
not so very remote either, and the
ocean rolled monotonously outside.
In the first long silence I told the
girls about it—glad that the lamp was
not lighted, and glad also that the
firelight did not shine upon ny face.
Well, they were very, very nice, and
considerate enough to ask but few
searching questions—although they
have siuce told me they were con-
sumed with the desire to do so.
So the evening passed, and at last
we went unwillingly upstairs, careful
not to mention that It was our last
night in the little cottage, which, in
spite of everything, we still loved.
I lay broad awake for a long time,
listening to the washing of the
waves and thinking the thoughts that
come to a girl but once in a lifetime,
when I heard a low voice from the
next room, and knew the others were
wakeful also.
"Were you surprised, Elizabeth?"
"Yes, I certainly was"—the em-
phasis in Elizabeth's tone left no
room for doubt. "Somehow, 1 never
associated Ellse with marriage—or
men either, for that matter."
"Neither did I. She'll never be the
same again, but oh, Elizabeth, If It
had been you, what should I have
done?"
"And I was Just lying here thinking
how dreadful It would have been if It
had happened to you. So long as we
have each other, nothing elso mat-
ters."
"No, nothing else matters. I hope
she'll be very happy, but Ellse Is—
welli she's Ellse, and I can't help won-
dering how she is going to like mar
ried life."
And I wonder, too, for, after all. It
is always like starting a very small
ship across a very broad ocean. But
I am not afraid of the voyage, for Gor-
don Is going with me, and we have
engaged a pilot whose name Is
spelled with four letters; he Is war-
ranted to steer a safe course through
every sort of weather, and we both
believe he will bring us safe into port
at last.
THE END.
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NEW ZEALAND'S WHITE ISLAND.
Always Enveloped in Clouds of Steam
—Its Strange Lakes.
White Island, In Australia, derives
its name from the clouds of white
steam In which it appears to be con-
tinually enveloped. Its area is only
600 acres, and Its height about 880
feet above the sea level.
In form and color It Is like a repos-
ing camel, while Its interior with Its
gray, weather-beaten, almost perpen
dlcular cliffs, recalls the Coliseum at
Rome. Overhanging the southern
landing place stands a column ol
rock closely resembling a sentinel
which has been dedicated to the mem
ory of Capt. Cook. The water of the
Island Is of a pale green hue. and any
thing dipped Into It becomes of a
red brick color. The fumes of sulphur
are always plainly perceptible.
On a fine moonlight nighj^a wonder
ful sight Is afforded to any one wht
will sit in an open boat in one of th*
lakes of the Island. Covering an are
of 60 acres Is an immense caldron
hissing and snorting and sending fort I
volumes of poisonous steam, while al<
chances of egress appear to be denied
by the steep, silent and gloomy cliffs
Suspicious.
"I wish," said the hard-hearted land
lord, "that you would watch the ten
ants In No. 3310. Be sure that the>
pay promptly In advance."
"Very well," replied the clem
"Have you heard anything to make
you suspicious of them?"
"Mo; but thoy haven't asked iot anj
repairs for nearly six necks bow. Ii
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His Neighbor (applying a blotter to
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No Need of Interference.
The two neighbors who were pasa-t
Ing the little cottage heard sounds as
of a terrific conflict Inside and
stopped to listen.
Presently they heard a loud thump;
as If somebody had fallen to the floor,
"Grogan is beating his wife again I *
they said.
Bursting the door open, they rushed
into the house.
"What's the trouble here?" they de«
manded.
"Ther* ain't no trouble, gentlemen,"
calmly answered Mrs. Grogan, Who
had her husband down and was sitr
ting on his head, "Gwan!"
New England English,
Complaint was made to a local man
by one of his employes tbit boys who
were swimming in a pond were caus-
ing quite a nuisance. The owner ot
the property gave the man the privi-
lege of putting up a sign, as he bad
asked permission to do it The ao
tlce reads as follows:
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Growns—Order by . If Catched
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