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The Adventures
of a Coward
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"Are you tired?" Hr, had bent and to the horses in caressing tones; from
looked beneath the brim of her wide a gallop they dropped to a trot, and
bat.
"No, not at all."
"Nor frightened'?"
"No, not 'chis evening."
He did not answer his sister for
a second when she questioned him
on some change in ceen11001 manure.
She had to touch his arm to tall his
attention.
"Give a little attention to your
old sister!" she said, laughing.
The rough road wound upwards,
and here the Ferguson land began.
He drew up the horses to point out
to his sister an alteration in the fenc-
ing. Pen looked also, but she was
too happy really to understand and
listen. She heard their voices as in
a dream, The horses swerved at
some rustle of a wild animal in the
woods, and she put up her hand to
his arm with a movement -which was
not of fright, but which sough'' for
his protection.
"We shall never make a horse-
woman of you," said Miss Ferguson.
Her brother was silent, but he
drew the horse.; into to quieter trot.
Pen's heart beat fust as they pas-
sed the cottages which Miss Ferguson
had built on the model of cottages
at Strath Allan, and which the peo-
ple 'so much disliked. They had to
be bribed to live in them rather than
in the rough aulope huts. A woman
in an orange -coloured turban, squat-
ting upon the doorstep of one cot-
tage chattering! to some one within,
gave to scream of the sight of the
carriage. She was Carole. Her
black fare gleamed with merriment
and her teeth shone. She darted
from the cottage door far more agil-
ely than one would have expected
from bur size mist ;figure, and threw
herself before the horses. The or-
ange and scarlet which 1100ola loved,
the clash of the gam, and, the scream
were more than any well-bred horse
could stand. The leader stood upon
his hind legs; the legs of the other
appeared perilously close to Pen's
face over the iplashboerd. Thera
was a clatter, 1t whirl and rush, au1d
the light cat was flying 'coward the
house at breakneck speed.
"Do not clutch his arm!" cried
Miss Ferguson.
nut Pen needed no telling; she
sat perfectly still. and watched_ the
three and shrubs whir; past. She
was stare that Patrick would pull the
horses up in time,- and he dic1. As
the hacienda came in sight the pace
began to slacken; the ears of the
leader were no longer laid flat on
his head. Patrick Ferguson spoke
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when a hundred, yards from the Iong
white house there was no more clan-
ger. Mr. F ergueon whistled, and
servants ran from the stable and
were at the horses' heads as he pul-
led then i up.
"That woman should be 'thrashed.!"
he said as he jumped from the cart.
He looked at his sister • as he held
out his arms to lift Pen down. There
was a look in his face which she had
never seen before. It waswhite with
wrath. "She might have been kil-
led!"
"Who )night have been killed? I
do not think Carola—"
"Carola! A good thing if she
were killed. She might have killed
us! You were not frightened? You
are trembling. You behaved like a
little heroine, sitting still and never
pulling at the reins or my arms."
"She is a brave child. Get away
with yea; do not come crowding
round. The child is quite fight;
she is only a little white. Go, away,
Carola; it is all your doing!"
Miss Ferguson was waving off the
servants, who had. run from the
house. Carola, screaming and wring-
ing her hands, had come running af-
ter the dog -cart. Pen was leaning
against Patrick's .arm and shoulder.
She was not unconscious, but her
eyes were closed, and her face was
white, though het' lips 'smiled.
Through the singing in her head and
the faintness which overpowered her
she was conscious that it was his arm
which enfolded her, and that she Wats
home at length. !
"Carry bar into the house," said
Miss Ferguson and Pen managed to
open her eyes.
"I tun toll right," she said. She
caught sight of Carola's black .face,
with tears running down the cheeks,
and the great mouth and flat nose
working,. with hysterical passion,
"Carola, d ant all right,"
1 she said, and she laughed. The col-
our came back 'co her face, and she
freed herself from Patrick's arm,
T ant all right!" she cried again.
Carole flung herdolf at Pen's feet
and kissed her hands.
"Get your mistress some dinner,"
said Mr. Ferguson, touching the sobs
being ncgvess with his foot. "That
would. be more to the point
than kneeling there. I have no doubt
that you have been idling the whore
day"
Mr, Ferguson drew Pen away au101
into the house; Miss Ferguson fol-
lowed, chuckling to herself. Down
the cool white corridor he led them.
Pen was singing in her heart every
step of the way. She was home, home
at length! • Her hand was drawn
Within his arnn and, firmly held; he
looked at her anxiously to see that
she was all right. Yes, she was home
She would Hover leave the hacienda
again, or ,f she went ho would be
with her.
"Patrick, I have never seen such
dust in my life," cried Miss Fergus-
on behind them
Chapter XXI.
It was true; the servants had tak-
en holiday while their mistresses
wore away. Nothing had been dus-
ted or attended to except Mr. Fer-
guson's personal 'belong'ings, which
their dared not neglect. Dust lay
thick in what was called the drawing
and scarcely less thick in the dining-
room and Mr. Ferguson's study.
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Miss Ferguson had her 11, 110u,n W-
eed out tloa'e and their before eh„
10001(1 ,1('ep to it, Pen'.+ Mount w 1?
the exception, That was pmt -,
with walls newly 'tinted and 11,,W l:u•e
hanging to the dressing -table me!
,eel,
1'Ite Inc :Id !le make me do it, nry-
elf 11ery itlornin.' An' he ,enol for
the pretty tae., cuetlins and watch
• 111 ;alt up 'himself. Yes, he do tha'
for mi,.,ec ' :a,cl. Carola, eteal!n'•
111111 the 1011,'he11 to P,?IL "An' 111.
like Il tiger when he vault Cat.'rintl
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"1 1 of ct_
1 that I 1 :, rnlstier soave }whin ,
h int in' in 'her cupboard, He sent
'11.1 :may that instar' -minute. Cat-
r!ua dreadful sorry to go."
"Site must eomehac'k,"said Pen, ton
happy herself to like to think of
others being unhappy.
"Miesee ask and mho will have,"•
said Venda , grinning; and Pen
blushed,
There was some sort of dinned
provided, though Pen looked grave
at the (molting, Ctu'ola would eertaln-
ly need a Stern hand over her fol.
tonne :lune before she recovered from
her long holiday,
"IL is princely compared to some
meals I have had," said Patrick,
laughing. Ile had quite put off hie
ilent saddness, and was talking an,'
smiling with a boyish abandon. Hi.,
oyes sparkled; his head was thrown
back; he faced the world.
"Com out -with tee," he said when
dinner was ended; "!,t is not wart,:
bus you can wrap up, and we will
not sit,"
He brought his coat and laughing
wrapped her in it,
"She will not catch cold now," he
said to his sister.
They walked up and down before
the house. Se drew her hand within,
his arm, and presently she found it
clasped in his against his side. She
walked- with smiling face raised `to
the mountains, whose white ton.
showed far away like glimmering
ghosts through the night; she was
thrilled through and through by the
clasp of that warm hand, Si'e wane -
ed no speech; she wanes no more.
To walk up and down with her hand
in his, to feel that thrillwhich stop-
ped coherent thought and allowed
no past or future but only the pre-
sent, filled her cup to the brim,
"You are not cold?"
"No, I am not cold." -
"I was glad to have your letters"
"You never wrote to me." She
looked- up at hint, her eyes darker
than the night 'of the north.
"1 did not think you would come
back; I wanted you to feel free."
"1 came."
His hand tightened on tiers, and
11e said—
'"Yes, you have come. Come to
:tay, Pent"
She laughed a low laugh of con-
tent. Yes, she had conte to stay.
They Walked up and down again in
contented silence. A cold wind swept
down from the mountains. Pen
shivered, and he said—
"You are cold. I must look after
you better than this. • Stand still,
foolish child! The coat is unbutton-
ed."
Ile dropped on his knees end began
Le button the long coat. She stood
still, smiling, thrilling' at the know-
ledge that this was not the same
elan who hod• been by her side silent,
abstracted, sad in the old days. He
was long in buttoning the coat, and
something in his attitude and in hi:
raised head—she could not se0 his
face in ills darkness—made her ner-
v008, She began to talk fast to es•
cape that feeling, half fear, half plea-
stlrc which assailed herr.
"We .hurried back. I was' tired of
England! Patty was very kind; she
wanted us to stay with her, but—"
"And your cousin?"
"Arthur! I—I—Arthur is my cou-
sin I"
"That is ell?"'
"Quite, quite all!"
He bad one of her hands in his as
he knelt at her feet. He pressed it
to his lips, and Pen trembled at the
touch.
"We hurried back," she went on.
scarcely knowing what she said,
"It was very dull, the voyage, and I
slid. net like the people" He was
kissing her wrists, "Pat Lyon's fath-
er and mother were with us, and—"
"Whose father and mother?"
"That boy Pat's -the boy you did
not like, though he liked' you. Do
you not remember how he would fol-
low ,you?"
Ferguson •was still holding her
hands. but he had raised his head
from thein and Was looking up at
her, though the could' not see his
:face, He was kneeling with his
back to the shouse and the lights.
"What were they like?"
Was it her fancy, or had his voice
changed froth softer tones to harsh-
ness
"I did not like, linen; he was thin,
wibh light -brown hair and shifty eyes,
Sarah said that he squinted, but .he
did not really."
and she?"
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�h, w t hor•l td , Sc+r had r,•,1
hair, like 1'tt'0, an 1 red brown cy",
did An: Mims not lilt•• pour Pat,
though he is her own cdiild."
''1!!d you t dk to there moll?"
Ile hal risen from hi kneeling
Wr t:ure. t.1,1 0'I1 ending, farina. her
with his long; 1, :in hone,•.
"A little, after I found they ,weer•
Pat's father anti mother, They were
very intarested in :iamb and you.
The eonver111I9lt ah)ay> rams bark
to you, 1l1( in•1'.t.r hew 1; b•;dxn,. 1
thought theta roper ittve,"
"I)id they say th,y knew 111.•?"
"No; Captain I.yart said that he
knew• 1(0 one of your 1101110. But 1
beleive they did, for Mrs. Lyon de-
scribed you exactly'."
";Are they conning her,':"
1llonting here! No, why Amok(
they? Iiut I should like to invite
Pact, if you would not object," said
Pen shyly,
,'Wait a little," he said,
"Of course net at present," said
Pen. "I • did not mean now,
m0an't later."
"Perhaps there will be no later,"
he said, with a -queer laugh. "I think
we have been long enough out in the
cold. Sarah will be scolding me for
letting you catch a chill,"
"I Inn not cold," said Pen,
But he was walking across to the
widow, and Pen followed. She won-
dered whether she had said or done
anything to annoy him. He drank
his coffee standing in the drawing -
room.
"I have some work which must be
done to -night," he said. "You will
excuse me, Pen and Sarah."
"The first night we are home!"said
ills sister sharply, "The work must
wait.,>
"1 am afraid it cannot," he replied.
"It is 'coo important."
At the door he turned and looked
back at Pen.
"Did this Captain Lyon ask how
far the distance was to Cadera?"
"I heard them ask the Captain of
the steamer," replied Pen.
He shut the door gently behind
him. Miss Ferguson looked at Pen,
and opened her lips to speak, but
closed chem without the question be-
ing asked, - She took up her packs
of pa'tien'ce -cards and began to ar-
range then in little stacks.
That night Pen, when she had un-
dressed, blew out the light and crept
to the window. The sunblinds were
gone, for the season was now winter,
and 'the sun not hot enough for sun -
blinds. In their place were long cur-
tains between which she could peal)
by moving a corner.
Yes, he was there there, as he'
had always been, ,pacing up and
clown with bowed head, his hands be-
hind his back, his terrier at his heels.
Had 11e walked • there every night
while she had been away? Had his
thoughts ever flown aross the sea
to England, to her and his sister?
She thought :they had. Recalling his
looks and actions since their return
tonight, she thought lie had remem-
bered her while 8110 had been absent,
True he bad been quiet, platter -of -
fact, but there had been looks and
tones in his eves and voice which she
had never seen or heard before. He
had not wished to hide that he wits
glad they had returned. How slowly
he paced,! His bearing was not that.
of a happy man. Yet P011 thought
that he had been happy at the begin-
ning of the evening until—until
when? Until site had mentioned 'she
Lyons 1
He had stopped in his pacing, and
was standing looking direct at her
window—so direct was his fare turn-
ed to hers that she shrank back,
thinking that he must see her, 'though
she knew that. he could not 11ave
seen as. fat' as her window in the
shadow of the balcony.
When she looked again he was
walltiltg up and down 01100 more.
The next clay he left the house be-
fore she was up. He had gone up to
Finaayson's on business—he left a
note :for his sister. Miss Ferguson
compressed her lips,
"Did you quarrel last night?"
she asked. Pen shook her head;
they had not quarrelled.
Patrick returned in time for din-
ner, and said he was sorry; he had
been obliged to go.
Miss Ferguson sniffed audibly --
an unbelieving sniff. Pen was Wear-
ing one of her pretty new :frocks.
The luggage had been fetched from
Cadora, and the greater part of it
was standing in an outhouse. Rooms
would have to be turned out and
cupboards toile before Pen's elab-
orate trousseau could :find accom-
modation at the hacienda.
"Do you kliow you have never giv-
en Pen an engagement -ring?" said
Miss Ferguson one r1µ1} at dinner. If I
were Pen I should 'make you, When
do you two young -things mean to bp
married? There is nothing to stop
yotl. The sootier 'the better!"
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L'en's face was havered Neer
plate. Pitt rick Vertu en bed; ed
1'iereely white,
."Thore Mr.1Iapie1 en rc"111;,"
sacid 1111' 1'" e,0u,.o1, huc•klni
though perhaps it is cruel to :tat 'h,
poor man. Pen ;els hoe Uou•- , 1)l
\Vltat are you w ti.tlle: for?",
"It canner h•• for ,."me 'int',"
sail Patri'k a- fo et his lip. and
looked ;trona the tal,le at, lei=. s' -ter,
"Pen and 1 w,!1 settle the time our -
Sarah."
Miss Ferguson rguson said no inure
knew When .,he Intl ;:one f1,0 "uou,lt.
He went to tri: room as ,,non as
dinner was outbid. Ren ."it with Miss
Ferguson, and 0013 'heel nor deal her
patience -card:,
"Would you not 11ke to learn,
child?" said Miss Ferguson.
But Pett was to young to play
patii'lice while she was eating her
heart out.
"Go to him," said Miss Feru_'•son.
"Ile does not want me," said Pen.
"The boy is a fool;" said his sis-
ter.
The next day passed in precisely
the same planner. Patrick Ferguson
had business which kept him from
home until evening. After dinner
he went to hie Study, and the two
women saw hint no more. When he
was with them he was old, natter -of -
fact, self-possessed. He told then
of things that had happened during
their absence; he asked them ques-
tions as to the servants; he talked
talked more than was usual with him,
Pen wondered whether she had
dreamed those hours following their
return when he had been so differ
ent. But she could •feel the touch of
his hands on her wrists; she could
see his attitude as he knelt before
her. Surely she had. no'1 been dream-
ing!
The name of the Lyons had not
been mentioned. Pen felt that there
danger in that name. Miss Fergus-
on had not thought of people whorl
she disliked and never expected to
see again.
A week passed. Every day Mr.
Ferguson was absent, returning only
in time for dinner, and then to .1
long business evening in his study,
Pen knew that during this week he trmr -LOOK AT YOUR LABEL
WI:I)NFISI)AY, NOY, 2nd, Ili'M7.
pared up and down before the loses,
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Enid the dawn ,tpl,,.:e,%'3 m' r .11
rnountninlN. She 11)„ w bec:ul s'e
k, pt vigil too behind .he curtains.
"Yoe n,,,, i ee:e
` 1 , ,,,.urilt to look e+1!tr
wa/.r ,Lad," sand SL..• h'el• 1 (n
"Pa rick hero you n,,n•ed that tie
rhfld 1'
not looking h, r 011'?"
Petrick had not note,' 1. He glan-
ced al Pett 1(e le. .poke,
"[',fern:... Elie p1111, dee :• )tui ::,lit
you?"
P, n 1.o11)u„•d, and lea, t1nn1'• into
h„r t 'I'11,L night her pillow
th leu
There iva., a cloud brooding over
1o• I1.e.it oda. The ;eev..rit., w, r'
107. .rt being toad,• to work after
'heir loth time of idl:•,1 • ... Ili:
w'1(:: irritable with het' bro-
ther. I'rn w1(., sal,
On tee Monday 1.l,• ,t' sneer which
hen' 1i, the malt to (',,dela was due;
:rel Jose seirt to fetid: the let-
ter: 1)r lie• /oh 10-,1(l1,
,lir. I•ergu-:,n had _etc, oft' that
morning' earlier than usual. Pen,
for tho first time, wondered whether
he had done it so that he might ('0'
rape herr waiting to see hint r!(1'
Itw:(Y, to give him his whip and
:'loves, The suspicion - suddenly
flashed through her mind—she knew
not for what reason. But on Sat-
urday he bud begged 11er not to tree-
ble in 1. voice which echoed long in
her ecus. This morning he had gone
before ;he was up, and while she was
dressing it had flashed like lightning
through her mind that this was the
reason. He had gone to avoid her.
She and Miss Ferguson were
working in the veranda when the
cart returned with Jose and the let-
ters.
"There are others in it,” said Miss
Ferguson, whose eight was keen as
an eagle's. "Who are they?"
Pen shaded her eyes from the
bright sun.
"There are three—there is a boy.
It is Pat Lyon and—yes, they are
his fathor and mother!"
"What do they mean by conning
here?." said Miss Ferguson. "People
like that coming to my house! I
dislike the man and woman. • They
are snakes!"
"They have come! said Pen in a
low voice. Pat was shouting to her
from the cart• He had been given
the long whip to hold, and was
flourishing it over the stolid. mules.
"They have come!"
Chapter XXII.
To South America, whether one
likes or dislikes people, one must
show them hospitality. Miss Fer-
guson stepped from the veranda and 1
walked to meet the cart with a dig-
nified and kindly air. Captain Lyon
was already walking to meet her.
(Continued Next Week,)
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