PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT. IN THE CAUSE OF FREEDOM.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XLIII, Issue 13287, 20 September 1906, Page 3

PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT. IN THE CAUSE OF FREEDOM.

■ —- .— ♦ BY A. W. MARCHMONT. Author, of " The Queen's Advocate. " A Courier of Fortune." " By the Wit of a Woman." etc [COPYRIGHT.] CHAPTER XIII. VOLNA IS A LITTLE REFRACTORY. She was dressed for her new character of the housekeeper's niece, and wore a white apron and a peasant girl's picturesque headdress. She closed the door behind her, dropped me ai little curtsey and said with the demurest of glances ; " Did you please to send for me, sir?" then she buret out laughing and ran to me, both hands outstretched, as though we had not met for a long time. " Now, wasn't my instinct right?" 1 held her hands apart while I surveyed her costume. " Who was ever so foolish as to question it?" " And isn't the father just the dearest old man in the world?" " The world is a big place and there are lots of old men in it," 1. answered. " But I knew you would win him round. He had no chance agaiinst you. She laughed, gaily. "He lectured me, however." " So he did me." " And to think that if we had only known, he would have taken care of these papers yesterday." '" And have saved us from all the horrors of last night." She shot a glance at me. And have freed you from the encumbrance of a very troublesome sister twenty-four hours ago." "Yes. "indeed ; if we had only known." "You're in a very agreeing mood." " I am no longer a brother and must be polite." "Do you call that politeness?" " Politeness —policy." "Well, which ever it is, it's not a bit nice. Not a bit like— " You forget. Bob is my own name, aw well as my friend Garrett's." '' How formal you are. What is the matter? You can't be annoyed about anything Father Ambrose has said to you? Nor about his having helped us? What is it?" "' I didn't even know I was formal." She turned away to the priest's table and sat iu his chair turning over the books on the desk. I sat facing her as I had faced the priest. Once she sighed, and once shrugged her shoulders, a.nd twice glanced across at me in perplexity. She was very pretty, very bewitching; more pretty and bewitching than ever, in my eyes; but I was conscious of a new restraint— something like a barrier between us which had not been there before. I couldn't speak with the old freedom; in fact, I could think of nothing to say. " Father Ambrose tells me you are going away," she said at length, her fingers still busy with the books. "Yes, lam going away. —I thought you'd like me just to say good-bye." "Well, I should-hope so, indeed. After what you've done for me." " Never mind about that, please. I think I must be off." I rose ; but she paid no heed, just sitting on at the table, her face averted and her ringers moving the books restlessly. I looked out of the window, fidgeted a moment, and then turned again. "Yes, 1" think it's time." " Of course I won't keep you," she said then; very stiffly and without looking at me. "Good-bye, then." She roseand held out her hand. " Goodbye. " She turned her face to me and her lip quivered as she bit it. I recalled the priest's words about her betrothal; and clamped down my feelings as I took her hand and pressed it. "I wish you God-speed with all my heart," I said. She lowered her eyes again and her hand fell listlessly as I released it and turned to. the d00r..-. I had nearly reached it when ' I heard the rustle of her cotton dress and turned to find her at my elbow. "But you're not going to part like this?" I snouKi have liked to part in a very different fashion could I have, had my way. But I could not. " Father Ambrose thinks that I had better 1 go; and of course he is right." " But Bob and Peggy haven't said goodbye. Oh, think of all we've gone through together. Don't go away angry with me like this." " Angry! God forbid. Why, you're just the bravest little soul I ever met in all my life. And some day I hope Sylvia and you will meet, and—and—". I scarcely knew what I was saying and ended in partial incoherence. i

" That's more like you. I mean it's more natural, except that you generally know exactly what you want to say and say it. „re you going toto England?" " I don't think I have any definite plans. I—" Her laughter stopped me. She shook her forefinger with a laughing assumption of gravity. "If I had not ceased to be Peggy, 1 should say you were hiding something from me. And you know how true Peggy's instincts are." "What slioidd I have to hide?" I asked with a smile. " Wind, a mask of a smile," she cried, with a lifting of the hands. " Father Ambrose is a wonderful man; he has changed you completely in an hour." She turned back to the table and sat down again. " I suppose it couldn't be helped," she added half to herself with a sigh. "What could not be helped?" She did not reply at once but looked up at me from under her long lashes, while her feet tapped the *vov quickly and irritably. " Of course you are doing this with a purpose," she said after the pause. "Why? Oh, don't pretend to misunderstand me. You know as well as I do that you're entirely chanced. It's so unjust. What have I done? You know that after all you've done for me I wouldn't do anything to auger you for all the world." Don't persist about my being angry." " Well, offended, then ; only it's such a stupid word. Estranged, alienated, changed ; any word you Like. Something has happened—something has come between us. Do. you treat Sylvia like this? It's maddening." " There is no change in me," I protested. She. laughed. . "It's hi. me, .. then, you mean. That's almost cowardlyat least it would bo if anyone but you said it." Then with, a start her eyes opened wide; she rose and stared at me with parted lips and a vivid blush spread all over her face. " I believe I understand. You think in your English way, that I have been too forward, unwomanly, toooh!" and she covered her crimson cheeks with her white strenuous fingers. " Don't say that, please. Why, the time we've been together has been the brightest thing in the world to me." sue took her hands from her face and sat down again, staring at the table while the flush died out of her cheeks slowly. " I've gone all over that sentence. That 'has bean' is the clue. Now I see. It's all over and we are conventional again." With an exaggerated affectation of a society manner she rose very slowly, held out her hand and simpered: "I hope you will have a pleasant journey, Mr. Anstruther. The weather is still open enough to be excellent for travelling. Will you make my compliments to your sister, and say I hope to see her some day?" I could not restrain a smile, but not a muscle of her face moved; she kept up the vapid simper. "I will give your message," I said, and tried to take her hand ; but she just let me touch her finger-tips and then bowed. "I am 6o pleased to have met you, and thank you so much for all you have done. I hope you'll not take cold from the rain. Colds are such distressing afflictions." Then another sudden change. With a stamp of the foot she threw her head back and her rich blue eyes sparkled. "Is that better?" I bowed. " I am sorry you so misunderstand." "Misunderstand!" she repeated quickly. "I don't, misunderstand that if you we're the kind of masculine formality you have been acting here this morning you would never. have done what you have for mo in the last two days. I, am only a woman, of coursewaif, you will wish to see Father Ambrose agaiu. before you. go. -I'll tell him," and she crossed to the door.

"Good-bye," I said, but she paid no heed and went out of the room. It was not the kind' of parting I had looked for, but I smothered my regrets. It was better so. We could not go on being Bob and Peggy to one another, of course; and yet we had been too closely associated to drop back, into mere formal friendliness again without a wrench. She couldn't see this in a moment; but she would understand it later; and—well, the sooner I was away the better for my peace of mind. .- Then she came back, bringing the priest with her. He was very plastic clay in her white young hands. He wore a look of deep and almost comical perplexity, and . was obviously very ill at ease. " Now, father, please. What have you ' said or done to Mr. Austruther to change - him in this short time?" He glanced half appealingly at me; but [ I was as little at ease as lie was. 'My dear child, I—l—— , " You have lectured me already on the wisdom and necessity of complete franki ness, father," she interposed significantly. ' "It is very difficult to — "he got no further, for she held up a warning finger and shook it at him with, a laugh and then placed it on his lips. , There shall not be any difficulty," she declared. " For two days' Mr. Anstruther has been just like a brother to me, treating me perfectly frankly and saying as can- : didly as any brother whatever was in his thoughts. We made a compact that he should do that, and he kept it honestly. I left him in that mood when I first saw you. You then had a long talk with him and I found him entirely changed, keeping something from me, formal in manner, saying things he didn't mean and meaning others he didn't say. Instead of a brother, he was an acquaintance. You caused this by something you said. Now tell me, please." The good man was helpless ; so I went to the rescue. "It is time for mc to go. You can discuss this when I have left." " Wait a. moment. Two things I am certain of. You two have arranged to do something that affects me and you won't tell me: and you, father, have said something about me which lias changed Mr. Anstruther. I won't stand that. I won't let him go as if we were just how-do-and-good-bye acquaintances. He has saved .me from prison, and I just can't do it." The embarrassment was becoming almost painful. " I should never think of you as a mere acquaintance; but please let me go," I said. "Yes. You may go. Good-byebut don't attempt to help me any more if you do go in that way. I will not let either of you help me, if you mean to deceive me;" and with fingers that trembled she took off the head-dress and laid aside her apron. " If you -will not tell me I will go by myself and take my chance." "My dear child," protested the priest. " I will. I will. My mind is made up." " You had better tell her," I said to the priest then. She smiled, but through the promise of tears. "You know me, don't you?" Father Ambrose then told her the scheme in regard to my arrest, and we both enlarged upon the absence of risk to me. She neither acquiesced nor vetoed it. "That's number one. What is number two? What have you told Mr. Anstruther?" " You want to rule with a pretty strong iron rod, don't you?" I said. "But there is nothing to tell that need bo told."' " Tell me," she cried to Father Ambrose. \ " I will know, —" " I only told him such; facts about you as vou had told me," complied tho priest, taking refuge in generalities. She stood thinking, shooting quick, inquiring glances at us in turn. " 1 ask you not to insist on anything more than that," I urged. A gleam of understanding was in her eyes and a. semi-mischievous smile hovering about her lips as she returned: "Who asked that?" "Bob Garrett," I declared promptly. The smile deepened. "What will the police do with him?'' she asked Father Ambrose. "Take him to Cracow?" "More probably to Warsaw," wais the reply; "but. as we told you, his friends will see he comes to no harm of any sort. You are quite sure of that, are you not, Mr. Anstruther?" "I haven't the faintest doubt of it;" and at this Volna looted quite her happy self. " " I may as well put these on again, then," she said, and she slipped on the apron and arranged the quaint head-dress. When she looked next at me her face was almost preternaturally grave, except her expressionful eyes. " " You see now what a lot of time would have been saved if you had been frank like Bob and not tried to deceive me like Mr. Anstruther. I can say good-bye, just as formally as you please, now I know why you are going." I took her hand and pressed it. " You'll stay here and let this thing go through all right?" Yes. Father Ambrose wishes it. Goodbye, Mr. Anstruther, and good-bye—Bob." ' " Good-bye—Peggy. I may say that for the last time?" '' Yes, for the last time, of course. _ I am Volna, after to-day." She looked into my eyes with an odd inscrutable expression in' hers and smiled. " You'll be all right, or else I shouldn't agree. But I know you, and I am sure.". Then I hurried out of the room, followed by the priest. (To be continued daily.)