thaway ins

ter, Mary Louise Burrows. Our carriage met with an accident on the main road below and we wandered

regarding his visitors with unconcealed sus

that I was living

id not know such an important person existed, strange to say, although I can remember that an artist

emember th

distinguished honor of meeting you, sir

s, more cordially. "I can't see tha

daughter, Miss Alora Jones, in your absence. But we w

ng Mary Louise's arm. And just then L

nder the circumstances, and you are our first visitors in three years. That's often enough, but now th

t one speech, which he perhaps considered conciliatory,

s himself interested in Alora and indignant over her evident neglect. For her sake he woul

ests. Both Mary Louise and her grandfather tried to lead Alora and Jason Jones to speak of themselves-of their

er, Mary Loui

ria. Will you let Alora come to us for ever Sunday, as our guest? We will drive here and

aid Jas

father?" ple

don't want you hanging aro

ghter and it will give us much pleasur

and looking the other man straight in the eye he added:

es, frowning. But pres

eep out of the town. Don't

his daughter in

lly Italians would be glad to steal you, if they

ouise

we will promise to guard Alora and keep her from the clutch

untry," said Jason Jones. "It is no laughing matter