"Also Tad, thy brother's son—bids thee farewell."
But the end was come, for Daurn, with a little childish cry, had gone to seek his sons. Llyn stooped and gently closed the old Wolf's eyes, then with bent head and weary step passed from the room.
But young Davy stole back softly and knelt near the stricken girl at the foot of the couch.
X
THE WOOING OF BETTINA
A Story of Finance
By W.Y. SHEPPARD
Mr. Paul Strumley stood on the veranda of Mr. Richard Stokes's sumptuous home in the fashionable suburb of Lawrenceville and faced the daughter of the house indignantly. The daughter of the house was also plainly perturbed. Their mutual agitation was sharply accentuated by the fresh calmness of the spring morning, which seemed to hover like a north-bound bird over the wide, velvety lawn.
"Bettina," announced Mr. Strumley suddenly, "your father is—is——"