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SYNOPSIS.
Migls Patricia Hiolbrook and Miss Helen
" olbrook hter n"'r, wetr' entrusted to
tre care of I .a:r' ii' Do novan, a writer,
hne erlng near Port Annanudale. Miss
atricia contfidled t, Donovan that she
fe.red her brother 1 1.nry, who, ruined by
bank ~failure, had constantly threatened
her Donovan disvred ttd ('apturted
an intruder. who pirov d to he Itginald
0Gilespie. suiltor for thO hand of Helen.
nnovan saw Miss IIhlrook and her fa
ther meet on friendly terms. D)onovan
fought an Italian ;as.:lssin. He met the
an he supposd wals Holbrook, ibut who
said he was liartridge, a canoe-maker.
SPat annunnced hier intention of
fighting Henry ilolbrok and not seeoking
aother hiding plat"e. I onovan met Helen
in garden at night. D)uplhicity of Helen
a confessed by the young lady. At
night, disguised as a nun, Helen stole
from the house. She met Reginald Gil
lesple, who toll her his love. Gillespie
a confronted by Dlonovan. At the town
tce Helen. unseen except by I)ono
psi slipped a draft for her father into
the hand of the Italian sailor. A young,
ady resembling Miss Helen Holbrook
,a observed alone in a canoe, when
Helen was thought to have been at home.
Oillespie admitted giving Helen $20.000 for
her father, who had then left to spend it.
Miss Helen and Donovan met in the
night. She told him Gillespie was nothing
to her. He confessed his love for her.
Donovan found Gillespie gagged and
bound In a cabin, inhabited by the vil
lanous Italian and Holbrook. tHe released
iam. Both Gillespie and Donovan ad
mltted love for Helen. Calling herself
Rioalnd a "voice" appealed to Donovan
fjr help. She told him to go to the canoe
Maker's home and see that no injury be
fell him. He went to Fed Gate.
At the canoe-maker's home, I)onovan
found the brothers-Arthur and Henry
Holbrook-who had fought each other, in
consultatlon. "Rosalind" appeared. Ar
ttur averted a murder. Donovan return
Ijg met Gillesple alone in the dead of
night On investigation he found Henry
Holbrook, the sailor, and Miss Helen en
gaged In an argument. It was settled
and they departed. Donovan met the
real Rtosalind, who by night he had sup
posed to be Miss Helen Holbrook. She
revealed the mix-up. 11er father. Arthur
Holbrook, was the canoe-maker, while
Belen's father was Henry Holbrook, the
erring brother. The cousins. Helen and
Rosalind, were as much alike as twins.
Thus Helen's supposed duplicity was ex
Dlained. Helen visited Donovan. asking
is assistance in bringing Miss Patricia
Holbrook and Henry Holbrook together
for a settlement of their money affairs.
which had kept them apart for many
years. D)onovan refused to aid. He met
Gilleuple and plated1 a coup. By making
Oillesple Bite a hiutnher of forged notes
to Rosalind. who he supposed was
Helen so clos.Iy did they resemble each
other, D)onov'an cleared the way for a
settlement of the Holbrook troubles. Gil
lesple had posses,':d the only evidences
of the Iolbrooks' disgrace. The evidence
is securely hidden.
CHAPTER XXII-Continued.
S"I have been shot at in three lan
pages, and half drowned in others,
Sand rewards have been offered for me.
Do you think I'm going down before a
1 mere matter of beaux yeux! Think
i. better of me than that!"
"But she is treacherous; she will de
: liver you to the Philistines without
losing a heart-beat."
S"She could, Miss Patricia, but she
ron't!"
"She has every intention of marry
ing Gillespie; he's the richest man she
knows!"
"I swear to you that she shall not
Smarry Gillespie!"
- "She would do it to annoy me if for
Snothing else."
I took both her hands-they were
Slike rose-leaves, those dear slightly
tremulous hands!
"Now, Miss Pat-I'm going to call
you Miss Pat because we're such old
friends, and we're jtst contemporaries,
anyhow-now, Miss Pat, Helen is not
Lhalf so wicked as she thinks she is.
Gillespie and I are on the best of
"-terms. He's a thoroughly good fellow
and not half the fool he looks. And
'. be will never marry Helen!"
"I should like to know what's going
to prevent her from marrying him!"
she demanded as I stepped back and
turned to go.
"Oh, I am, if you must know! I
7 have every intention of marrying her
myself!"
I ran away from the protest that
'Was faltering upon her lips, and strode
2 through the garden. I had just
reached Glenarm gate on my' way back
to the boathouse when a woman's
Voice called softly and Sister Marga
ret hurried round a turn of the garden
'jath.
"Mr. Donovan!"
There was anxiety In the voice, and
Zore anxious still was Sister. Marga
ret's face as she came toward me in
her brown habit, her hands clasped
tehlsely before her. She had evidently
~.been watching for me, and drew back
"from the gate into a quiet recess of
X t garden. Her usual repose was
 gone and her face, under its white
toIf, showed plainly her distress.
"I have bad news-Miss Helen has
Sgone! I'm afraid something has hap
 ened to her."
"She can't have gone far, Sister
argaret. When did you miss her?"
Salted, quietly; but I confess that I
 a badly shaken. My confident talk
about the girl with Miss Pat but a
tOoment before echoed ironically in
2' R memory.
4 "She did not come down for break
:hat With her aunt or me, but I thought
XitIng of it, as I have urged both of
)hem to breakfast upstairs. Miss Pa
PI- I Went out for a walk. An hour
;!I tried Helen's door and found it
-llOeked and her room empty. When
liew she left I don't know. She
S to have taken nothing with
'Can you tell a lIe, Sister Mar
3 stared at me with so shocked an
,that I laughed. "A lie in a good
I mean? Miss Pat must not
' t-ht her niece has gone--if she
- bmel She has probably taken
'''7 . . . .
(I
l I in That We ontinue the Game of Last Niht."
"It Is Ordained That We Continue the Game of Last Night."
one of the canoes for a morning pad
dle;. or, we will assume that she has
borrowed one of the Glenarm horses,
as she has every right to do, for a
morning gallop, and that she has lost
her way or gone farther than she in
tended. There are a thousand expla
nations:"
"But they hardly touch the fact that
she was gone all night; or that a
strange man brought a note addressed
in Helen's handwriting to her aunt
only an hour ago."
"Kidnaped!"-and I laughed aloud
as the meaning of her disappearance
flashed upon me!
"I don't like your way of treating
this matter!" said Sister Margaret ici
ly. "The girl may die before she can
be brought back."
"No, -she won't-my word for It, Sis
ter Margaret. Please give me the
letter!"
"But it is not for you!"
"Oh, yes, it is! You wouldn't have
Miss Pat subjected to the shock of a
demand for ransom. Worse than that,
Miss Pat has little enough faith in
Helen as it is; and such a move as
this would be final. This kidnaping is
partly designed as a punishment for
me, and I propose to take care of it
without letting Miss Pat know. She
shall never know!"
Sister Margaret, only half convinced,
drew an envelope from her girdle and
gave it to me doubtfully. I glanced
at the superscription and then tore it
across, repeating the process until it
was a mass of tiny particles, which I
poured into Sister Margaret's hands.
"Burn them! Now Miss Pat will un
doubtedly ask for her niece at once.
I suggest that you take care that she
is not distressed by Helen's absence.
If it is necessary to reward your
house-maid for her discretion-" I said
with hesitation.
"Oh, I disarranged Helen's bed so
that the maid wouldn't know!"-and
Sister Margaret blushed.
"Splendid! I can teach you nothing,
Sister Margaret! Please help me this
much further: get one of Miss Helen's
dresses-that blue one she plays ten
nis in, perhaps-and put it in a bag
of some kind and give it to my Jap
when he calls for it in ten minutes.
Now listen to me carefully, Sister Mar
garet: I shall meet you here at 12
o'clock with a girl who shall be, to all
intents and purposes, Helen Holbrook.
In fact, she will be some one else. Now
I expect you to carry off the situation
through luncheon and until nightfall,
when I expect to bring Helen-the
real Helen-back here. Meanwhile,
tell Miss Pat anything you like, quot
ing me! Good-by!"
I left her abruptly and was running
toward Glenarm House to rouse Ijima,
when I bumped into Gillespie, who had
been told at the house that I was
somewhere in the grounds.
"What's doing, Irishman?" he de
manded.
"Nothing, Buttons; I'm just exercis
ing."
His white flannels were as fresh as
the morning, and he wore a little blue
cap perched saucily on the side of his
head.
I linked my arm in his and led the
way toward Glenarm House. . There
was much to be done before I could
bring together the warring members
of the house of Holbrook, and Gillespie
could, I felt, be relied on in emer
gencies. He broke forth at once.
"I want to see her-I've got to see
her!"
"Who-Helen? Then you'll have to
wait a while, for she's gone for a pad
dle or a gallop, I'm not sure which,
and won't be back for a couple of
hours. But you have grown too dar
ing. Miss Pat is still here, and you
can't expect me to arrange meetings
for you every day in the year."
"I've got to see her," he repeated,
and his tone was utterly joyless. "I
don't understand her, Donovan."
"Man is not expected to understand
woman, my dear Buttons. At the ca
sino last night everything was as gay
as an octogenarian's birthday cake."
He stopped in the shadow of the
house and seized my arm.
"You told her something about me
last night. She was all right until you
took her away and talked with her at
the casino. On the way liome she was
moody and queer-a different girl al
together. You are not on the square;
you are playing on too many sides of
this game."
"You're in love, that's all. These
suspicions and apprehensions are lead
ing symptoms. Up there at the casino,
with the water washing beneath and
the stars overhead and the band play
ing waltzes, a spell was upon you both.
Even a hardened old sinner like me
could feel it. I've had palpitations all
day! Cheer up! In your own happy
phrase, everything points to plus."
"I tell you she turned on me, and
that you are responsible for it!"-and
he glared at me, angrily.
"Now, Buttons! You're not going
to take that attitude toward me, after
all I have done for you! I really took
some trouble to arrange that little
meeting last night; and here you come
with sad eye and mournful voice and
rebuke me!"
"I tell you she was different. She
had never been so kind to me as she
was there at the casino; but as we
came back she changed, and was
ready to fling me aside. I asked her
to leave this place and marry me to
day, and she only laughed at me!"
"Now, Buttons, you are letting your
imagination get the better of your
common sense. If you're going to take
your lady's moods so hard you'd better
give up trying to understand the ways
of woman. It's wholly possible that
Helen was tired and didn't want to be
made love to. It seems to me that
you are singularly lacking in consider.
ation. But I can't talk to you all
morning; I have other things to do;
but if you will find a cool corner of
the house and look at picture-books
until I'm free I'll promise to be best
man for you when you're married; and
I predict your marriage before Christ
mas-a happy union of the ancient
houses of Holbrook and Gillespie. Run
along like a good boy and don't let
Miss Pat catch sight of you."
"Do you keep a goat, a donkey or a
mule-any of the more ruminative ani
mals?" he asked, with his saddest in
tonation.
"The cook keeps a parrot, and
there's a donkey in one of the pas
tures."
"Good. Are his powers of vocaliza
tion unimpaired?"
"First rate. I occasionally hear his
vesper hymn. He's in good voice."
"Then I may speak to him, soul to
soul, if I find that I bore myself."
We climbed the steps to the cool
shadows of the terrace. As we stood
a moment looking out on the lake we
saw, Car away toward the northern
shore, the Stiletto, that seemed just
to have slipped out from the lower
lake. The humor of the situation
pleased me; Helen was off there in
the sloop playing at being kidnaped to
harass her aunt into coming to terms
with Henry Holbrook, and she was
doubtless rejoicing in the fact that she
had effected a combination of events t
that would make her father's case ir
resistible.
But there was no time to lose. I
made Gillespie comfortable indoors
and sent Ijima to get the bag I had
asked for; and a few minutes later the
launch was skimming over the water
toward the canoe-maker's house at
Red Gate.
CHAPTER XXIII.
The Rocket Signal.
Rosalind was cutting sweet peas in
the garden where they climbed high
upon a filmy net, humming softly to
herself.
"A penny for your thoughts!" I
challenged.
She snipped an imaginary flower
from the air in my direction.
"Keep your money! I was not think
ing of you! You wear, sir, an intent
commercial air; have you thread and
needles in your pack?"
"It is ordained that we continue the
game of last night. To-day you are to
invade the very citadel and deceive
your aunt. Your cousin has left with
out notice and the situation demands
prompt action."
I was already carrying the suit-case
toward the house, explaining as we
walked along together.
"But was I so successful last night?
Was he really deceived, or did he just
p:ay that he was?"
"He's madly in love with you. You
stole away all his senses. But he
thought you changed toward him un
accountably on the way home."
"But why didn't she tell him?-she
must have told him."
"Oh, I took care of that: I rather
warned her against betraying us. And
U now she's trying to punish me by be
s ing kidnaped!"
Rosalind paused at the threshold,
. gathering the stems of the sweet peas
in her hands.
"Do you think," she began, "do you
d think he really liked me-I mean the
r- real me?"
y "Like you! That is not the right
word for it. He's gloomily dreaming
e of you-the real you-at this very mo
ment over at Glenarm. But do hasten
e into these things that Sister Margaret
, picked out for you. I must see your
t father before I carry you off. We've
Ls no time to waste, I can tell you!"
The canoe-maker heard my story in
silence and shook his head.
"It is impossible; we should only
get into deeper trouble. I have no
;e great faith in this resemblance. It
may have worked once on young Gil
lespie, but women have sharper eyes."
"But it must be tried!" I pleaded.
"We are approaching the end of these
h troubles, and nothing must be allowed
to interfere. Your sister wishes to see
11 you: this is her birthday."
"So it is! So it is!" exclaimed the
canoe-mtnaker with feeling.
"Helen must be saved from her own
folly. Her aunt must not know of
this latest exploit; it would ruin every
thing."
As we debated Rosalind joined her
persuasions to mine.
"Aunt Pat must not know what
Helen has done if we can help it," she
said.
While she changed her clothes I
talked on at the house-boat with her
father.
"My sister has asked for me?"
"Yes; your sister is ready to settle
with Henry; but she wishes to see you
first. She has begged me to find you;
buit Helen must go back to her aunt.
This fraudulent kidnaping must never
r be known to Miss Pat. And on the
r other hand, I hope it may not be nec
essary for JHelen to know the truth
r about her father."
t "I dare say she would sacrifice my
e own daughter quickly enough," he
t said.
r "No; you are wrong; I do not be
11 lieve it! She is making no war on
Syou, or on her aunt! It's against me!
She enjoys a contest; she's trying to
s beat me."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
nd Origin of "Caucus."
t- "Caucus" is said to have arisen
at from a corruption of the term "calk
un er's house." After violent fighting be
let tween the military and the ropemak
ers of Boston in 1770 the ropemakers
a and the calkers, the better to meet
ti- the soldiers, formed themselves into
n- a society, "at the meetings of which
inflammatory addresses were delivered
ad and the most violent resolutions
as- passed against the British govern
ment and its agents and instruments
za in America." The torles scoffed at
the calkers' meetings and the term
is became in time softened into caucus.
However, Dr. Murray declares that
to the word existed previously, and he
suggests the Greek "kaukos," a cup
ol perhaps because at private meetings
od the flowing bowl is sometimes found.
FIGHTS ON HOUSE TOP
WITH MAD BULL DOG
NEW YORK WOMAN IS VICIOUSLY
ATTACKED BY TERRIER
ON ROOF.
New York.-Mrs. Lena Caswell,
who lives on the top floor of an apart
ment house at 21S West One Hundred
and Forty-sixth street, was suddenly
attacked by a huge white bull terrier
as she started to hang out some
clothes on the roof.
She had pushed open the door that
leads to the roof and had just placed C
a garment on the line when a dog
lunged at her from behind the chim- e
ney. With a scream that startled her D
neighbors on the floor below, the
frightened woman fought off the ani
mal.
Barking furiously, the terrier sprang
savagely at her as she leaped to the
way.
her the dog had closed its teeth in hert
Ithe dog until it loosened its hold.
fJ K
Then he hurled the animal back on
thfore sheroof ancould closarried the door behinded
woman downstairs.houted don the star
Somway. "He's killing me." Then shebors
carrioned as aher quickly to a drug stfloor be,
low dashere d up the stairs andrew Maxwell chokauterized
the roof and in her arriedm. She wouas thended
womtaken to her home.
SoIn the meatime of Mrs. Caswell's neighbors
cuer hurried after an officer. He found
Policeman Henry Nieman and piloted
!him to the roof of the apartment
house, where the bulldog was racing
about in a rage. Froth, flecked with
blood, covered the dog's lips.
As the policeman came through the
door, revolver in hand, the beast
sprang directly at his throat. Nieman
warded the brute from him by a
glancing blow and a side step. As
the dog gathered himself for a second
jump a bullet from Nieman's pistol
crashed into its skull and it fell dead.
After the excitement had passed oc
cupants of the top floor of the house
recalled that they had heard strange
noises on the roof for some time be
fore Mrs. Caswell went upstairs, but
had given no heed. No one was able
to say to whom the dog belonged. It
is thought that the animal either fol
lowed some children to the roof or
strayed there and was unable to get
down.
Fierce Fight with Tarpon,
A fish tale from the Gulf of Mexico
relates to the adventures of five sail
ors who were running a small schoon
er down the coast off Corpus Christi.
The vessel was gliding along smooth
ly when the monotony of the voyage
was broken by a six-foot tarpon leap
uing upon the deck from the water.
The big fish at once began making
things interesting on the boat, and
for a time it looked as if the crew
would have to jump overboard to es
cape being knocked lifeless. They
finally regained control of their nerve,
however, and decided to have it out
with the fish, so one of them seized
an ax and the others hand-spikes, and
at the tarpon they went. The struggle
was long and fierce, and one of the
sailors was knocked overboard by
Scoming in contact with the tarpon's
Stail. A rope was thrown him and he
was pulled back on deck. At last the
fish succumbed to the repeated blows
of the ax and hand-splkes, and lay
along the deck as dead as a mack
I erel.
Had No Chance.
Kind Hearted Matron (giving him a
t plate of beans)--You were the young
aest in a family of ten? No wonder
z you didn't turn out well. Your moth
b er had no time to look after you.
I Goodman Gonrong--No, ma'am. I
wuz what they call the submerged
tenth.
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. "You have always had the highesf
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A "Yes," replied the eminent states
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i turns up with the most unreasonable
S acodicils."
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Used to It.
Recently a lady witness In a court
up the state was subjected to a
troublesome fire of cross questions,
and the lawyer, thinking that some
apology was necessary, tried to square
himself.
"I really hope, madam," said he,
"that I don't annoy you with all these
questions."
'Oh, no," was the prompt reply; "I
am accustomed to it."
"You don't mean it?" wonderingly
returned the lawyer.
"Yes," rejoined the lady, "I have a
six-year-old boy at home."
The Marine Naturalist.
The Ancient Mariner told of shoot
ing the albatross.
"Were you photographed in the act,
and did you save the bullet?" asked
the wedding guests.
Sadly the old tar realized that he
was out of date.
For Settlement.
"That fellow seems to take himself
very seriously."
"Yes; he thinks his personal squab
bles are weighty enough to be re
ferred to The Hague."
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