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THE 8EMLWEEKLY TRIBUNE. NORTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA. ErtfiiP The Hollow of Her Hand " " "11 r ICf trfsrzSzZrh) I A. Mmw? VSsL i George I I I I M 1 Wlvr '"X U l. S. 1 . t..., , . V VK o XW NJrf ill -r. v i ; -v n a SYNOPSIS. ClmlllB Whindall la found murdered In lIurloii'H Inn near Now York. Mrs. Wrun dall Ih sumninnpd frcim thu city to Identify the ody. Wrandall, It appear, hud led n ? llfo and nuglectcd bin wife. CHAPTER I. Continued. Tin not bo sure of It," said tho cor onor, Hhaklng his head. "I huvo a ifcllng that alio Isn't ono of tho ordi nary type. It wouldn't surprlHc mo 1' sho belongs to well, you might say tho upper ten. Somebody's wife, don't you see. That will make It rather dif ficult, especially an hor tracks have been pretty well covored." "It heats mo, how sho got away without leaving a slnglo sign behind her," acknowledged tho sheriff. "Sho' a wonder, that's nil I've get to say." At that Instant tho door opened and Mrs. Wrandall nppeared. Sho stopped short, confronting tho huddled group, dry-oyed'but ns pallid aB a ghost. Her oyes woro wldo, apparently Unseolng; her colorless lips wero parted In tho drawn rigidity that suggested but ono thing to the professional man who looks: the "rials snrdonlcus" of the strychnao victim. With a low cry, tho doctor started forward, fully con vinced that sho had swallowed tho deadly drug. "For God's sake, madam," he bogan, But aB ho spoko her expression changed; she ooomed to bo awnro of their presence for tho first time. Her eyes narrowed In a curious manner, and tho rigid lips seemed to surge with blood, presenting tho effect of a queer, Bwlft-fadlng smilo that lingered long after hor face was sot and sorl ous. "I neglected to raise tho window, Dr. Bheef," sho said In a low volco. "It waa very cold In thoro." She shivered ullghtly. "Will you be so kind as to tell mo what I am to do now? What formalities remain for mo " Tho coroner was at hor side. "Time enough for that, Mrs. Wrandall. The first thing you aro to do Is to take something warm to drink, and pull yourself together a bit " She drew herself up coldly. "I am qulto myself, Dr. Sheof. Pray do not alarm yourself on my account. I shall be obliged to you, howevor, If you will tell mo what I am to do as speedily as possible, and lot mo do It so that I may leave this thlB unhappy place without delay. No! I moan it, sir. I am going tonight unless, of course," Bho said, with a quick look at tho sher iff, "tho law stands In tho way," "You aro nt liberty to 5omo and go as you pleaso, Mrs. Wrandall," Bald tho sheriff, "but It Is most foolhardy to think of" "Thank yon, Mr. Sheriff," she said, "for letting mo go. I thought porhapa thoro might bo logal restraint." She sent a swift glanco over her shoulder, and then spoko In a high, shrill volco, Indicative of extreme dread and uneas iness: "Closo tho door to that room!" Tho door was Btandlng wldo open, Just aa sho had loft it. Startled, the coroner's doputy sprang forward to cloao It. Involuntarily, all of hor 11b tonors looked In tho direction of tho room, as If oxpoctlng to seo tho form of tho murdered man advancing upon them. Tho feeling, swiftly gono, was most uncanny. "Closo it from tho Inside," com manded tho coroner, with unmistaka ble omphasla. Tho man hesitated, and then did ns ho was ordered, but not without a curlouB look at tho wlfo of tho dead man, whoso back was toward him. "Ho will not find anything disturbed, doctor," said alio, divining his thought. "I had tho feeling that something was crooplng toward us out of tlirvt room." "You have every reason to be nerv oub, madam. Tho situation has boon most extraordinary most trying," said tho coroner. "I beg of you to co mo downstairs, whore wo may at tend to a fow uecoBsary details with out delay. It has boon a niost fa tiguing matter for all of us. Hours without sloop, and such wretched weather." They descended to tho warm llttlo reception room. Sho sent at onco for tho inn koepor.-who camo In and glow erod at her aa If sho woro wholly re sponsible for tho blight that had been put upon his placo. "Will you bo good enough to send Jomo ono to tho station with me In four dopot wagon?" sho domandod Without hesitation. Ho starod. "Wo don't run a 'bus In tho winter tlmo," ho said, gruffly. Bho opened tho llttlo chatelalno bag that hung from hor wrist and abstract fed a card which she submitted to tho coronor. "You will find, Doctor Sheof, that tho car my husband camo up horo In be longs to roe. This 1b tho card issued by tho state. It Ib In my naino. Tho factory number Is thoro. You may comparo It with tho ono on tho car. My husband took tho car without ob taining my consent." "Joy rldlug," said Uurton, with au ugly laugh. Then ho quailed boforo the look sho gavo him. "If no other means Is offered, Doc tor Sheof, I shall aak you to lot mo tako tho car. I am porfectly capablo of driving. I havo driven it In tho country for two seasons. All I ask Is ,Uut soma ons ha directed to go with COPY?G?fr.92 OY nm to tho Btatlon. No! Hotter than tiiat, if there Is somo ono hero who Is willing to accompany mo to tho city, ho shall bo handsomely paid for going. It la but llttlo moro thun 30 miles. I rofuso to spend tho night In this house. That Is final." They drew npart to confer, leaving her sitting before tho fire, a stark fig uro that seemed to detach itself en tirely from Its surroundings and their companionship. At last tho coroner camo to her side and touched hor arm. "I don't know what tho district at torney and the pollco will say to It, Mrs. Wrandall, but I shall tako It upon myself to dollver tho car to you. Tho sheriff has gono out to comparo the numbers. If ho finds that tho car Is yours, he will seo to It, with Mr. Drake, that It Is mado ready for you. I tako It that wo will havo no difficulty In" Ho hesitated, at a loss for words. "In finding it again In case you need It for cvldenco?" sho supplied. He nodded. "I shall mako It a point, Doc tor Sheof, to present tho car to tho stato after It has served my purposo tonight. I shall not rldo in it again." "Tho sheriff has a man who will rldo with you to the station or tho city, whichever you may olect. Now, may I trouble jou to mako answer to certain questions I shall write out for you at once? Tho man is Chnllls Wrandall, your husband? You are positive?" "I am positive. Ho Is or wa3 Challls Wrandall." Half an hour later sho was ready for tho trip to Now York city. Tho clock in tho ofllco marked tho hour as ono. A toddled individual In a great buffa lo coat waited for her outside, hic coughing and bandying jest with the half-frozen mon who had spent tho night with him In the forlorn hopo of finding tho girl. Mrs. Wrandall gavo final Instruc tions to the coroner and his deputy, who happened to bo tho undertaker's assistant. Sho had answered all tho questions that had been put to her, nnd had signed tho document with a firm, untrembllng hand. Hor veil had boon lowered since tho beginning of the examination. They did not see hor face; they only heard tho calm, low volco, sweet with fattguo and dread. "I shall notify my brothor-ln-law as soon ns I reach the city," sho said. "Ho will attend to ovorythlng. Mr. Leslie Wrandall, 1 mean. My bus band'B only brother. Ho will bo horo In tho morning, Doctor Shoof. My own apartment Is not open. I havo been staying In a hotel slnco my return from Europe two days ago. But I shall attend to the opening of the placo tomorrow. You will find mo there." Tho coronor hesitated a moment be foro putting tho question that had come to his mind ns Bho spoke. "Two dayB ago, madam? May I In qulro whero your husband has been living during your absence abroad? When did you last seo him alive?" Sho did not roply for many sec onds, and then It was with a percoptl bio offort. "I havo not scon him Blnco my re- "This Man Will Go With You, Madam," Said the Sheriff. turn until tonight," Bho replied, a hoarso noto creoplng into hor volco. "Ho did not meet mo on my return. H1b brother LobIIo camo to tho dock. Ho ho said that Challls, who came back from Europo two weoka ahead of mo, had been called to St. Louis on very Important business. My husband had beon living nt his club, I under stand. That Ib all I can toll you, sir." "I boo," snld tho coroner, gently. Ho oponod tho door for hor nnd aho passed out. A number of mon wore grouped nbout tha throbbing motor car. They foil away as she ap proached, silently fading Into tho shadows llko so many vast, unwhole some ghoBtB. Tho sheriff and Drake camo forward. "This man will go with you, ma dam," said tho sheriff, pointing to nn uiiBtondy flguro bosldo tho machlno. "Ho is tho only ono who will under tako It. They'ro nil played out, you boo. Ho has boon drinking, but only on accdunt of tho hardships ho has undorgone tonight. You will bo qulto snfo with Morley." No snow woh fulling, but a bleak CORCtoAnn AfCCi7Vroy V COPyfiWZ W2 3Y 0ODD,KJ:1D So compaiy wind blew meanly. Tho air was freo from particles of sleet; wetly tho fall of tho night clung to tho earth whoro It had fallen. "It he will guide mo to tho Post road, that Is all I ask," said sho hur riedly. Involuntarily bIio glanced up ward. Tho curtains In an upBtalrs window wero blowing inwnrd and a dim light shono out upon tho roof of the porch. Sho shuddered and then climbed up to tho Beat and took her place at tho wheel. A fow moments later tho three men Btandlng in tho middle of tho road watched tho car as It rushed away. "By George, she's a wonder!" said tho sheriff. CHAPTER II. The Passing of a Night. Tho sheriff was right. Sara Wran dall was an extraordinary woman, If I may bo permitted to modify his rath er crudo estimate of her. It Is difficult to understand, much less describe a naturo llko hers. Fine-minded, gently bred women who can go through an ordeal such as sho experienced with out breaking under the strain aro rare Indeed. Thoy must be wonderful. It Is hard to Imagine a moro heart-breaking crisis In life than tho ono which confronted her on this dreadful night, and yet sho faced it with a fortltudo that seems almost unholy. She had loved her handsome, way ward husband. He had hurt her deep ly moro times than sho chose to re member during tho six years of their married life, but sho had loved him In spite of tho wounds up to tho In stant when sho stood beside his dead body In tho cold llttlo room at Bur ton's Inn. She went there loving him ob ho had lived, yet prepared, almost foresworn, to loathe him as he had died, and she left him lying there, nfono In that dreary room without a spark of tho old affection In hor soul. Her love for him died In giving birth to the hatred that now possessed her. Whllo ho lived It was not In hor pow er to control tho unreasoning, resist less thing that stands for lovo In wom an; ho was her lover, the master of her Impulses. Dead, ho waa an un wholesome, unlovely clod, a pallid thing to bo scorned, a hulk of worth less clay. His blood wns cold. Ho could no longer warm her with It; It could no longer kill the chill that his misdeeds cast about hor tender sensi tiveness; his lips and eyes never more could smllo nnd conquer. He was a dead thing. Her lovo waa a dead thing. They lay separate and apart. Tho tlo waa broken. With lovo died tho final spark of respect sho had left for him In hor tired, loyal, betrayed heart. Ho was at last a thing to bo despised, even by her. Sho despised him. Sho Bent tho car down tho slope and across tho moonless valley with small regard for hor own or her compan ion's safety. It swerved from side to side, skidded and leaped with terri fying suddenness, but hold Its way as straight as tho bird that files, driven by a steady hand nnd a mind that had no thought for peril. A sober man at her side would havo been afraid; this man swayed mildly to and fro and chuckled with drunken glee. Hor bitter thoughts wero not of the dead man back thoro, but of tho live years that sho was to bury with him; years that would never pass beyond her ken, that would never die. He had loved her ih his wild, ruthless way. Ho had loft her times without number In tho years gono by, but ho had always como back, gaily unchas toned, to remold tho lovo that waited with dog-llko fldollty for tho touch of his cunning hand. I Hit ho had taken his last flight. Ho would not como back again. It wna all over. Onco too often ho had tried his reckless wings. Sho would not havo to forglvo him ugaln. Uppermost In hor mind wns tho curiously reatful thought that his troubles wero over, and with them hor own. hand Icbs forgiving than hers had struck him dead. Somehow, alio enjjed the woman to whom that hand' belonged. It had been hor dlvino right to kill, and yet another took It from her. Hack thoro at tho inn sho had said to tho astonlshod sheriff: "Poor thing, If sho can escapo pun ishment for this, lot It bo so. I shall not help the law to kill hor simply because sho took It In hor own hands to pay that man what sho owod him. I shall not bo tho ono to say that ho did not deserve death at her hands, whoever sho may bo. No, I shall offer no reward. If you catch her, I shall bo sorry for hor, Mr. Shorlff. Believe mo, I bear her no grudgo." "But sho robbed him," tho shorlff had cried. "From my point of vlow, Mr. Sher iff, that hasn't anything to do with tho caBe," was hor significant roply. "Of course, I am not defondlng him." "Nor am I defending her," sho had retorted. "It would appear that sho is nblo to defend horsclf." Now, on tho cold, trncklosa-road, sho was saying to hersolf that she did havo a grudgo against tho woman who had doatroydd tho llfo that bo longed to her, who hnd killed tho thlug that was hers to kill. Sho could Barr McCutctieon not mourn for him. Sho could only wonder what tho poor, hunted, ter rified crcaturo would do when taken and mado to pay for tho thing alio had dono. Once, In tho course of her bitter re flections, sho spoko aloud In a shrill, teiiBo volco, forgetful of the presence of the man beside her: "Thank God they will seo him now as I havo Been him all these years. Thoy will know him as thoy havo never known him. Thanh God for that!" Tho man looked nt her stupidly and muttered something under his breath. She heard him, and recalling hor wits, asked which turn sho waa to tako for tho station. Tho fellow lopped back in tho seat, too drunk to reply. For a moment sho was dismayed, frightened. Then she resolutely reached out and Bhook him by the shoulder. Sho had brought the car to a full stop. "Arouse yourself, man!" sho cried. "Do you want to freeze to death? Where Is tho station Vs Ho straightened up with an offort, and, after vainly seeking light In the darknesa, fell back again with a grunt, but managed to wavo his hand toward the left. She took tho chanco.j In live minutes she brought tho car to a standstill beside tho station. Through the window she Baw a mam with hlB feet cocked high, reading. Ho leaped to his feet In amazement as sho en tered tho waiting-room. "Aro you tho agent?" she demanded. "No, ma'am. I'm simply staying here for the sheriff. We're looking for a woman say!" Ho stopped short and stared at tho veiled faco with wldo, excited eyes. "Geo whiz! May be you " "No, I am not the woman you want. Do you know anything about the trains?" "I guess I'll telephone to tho Bherlff before I" "If you will step outside you will find ono of tho sheriff's deputies In my automobile, helplessly intoxicated. I am Mrs. Wrandall." "Oh," he gasped. "I heard 'em say you wero coming up tonight. Well, say! What do you think of " "In there p train In before morning?" "No, ma'am. Soven-forty la the first." She waited a moment. "Then I shall havo to ask you to come out and get your follow-deputy. Ho Is useless to me. I mean to go on In the machlno. Tho sheriff understands." The fellow hesitated. "I cannot tako him with me, and ho will freeze to death if I leave him In tho road. Will you come?" The man stared at her. "Say, is it your husband?" ho asked agape. Sho nodded her head. "Well, I'll go out and havo a look at tho follow you've got with you," ho said, still doubtful. Sho stood In tho door whllo he crossed over to tho car and peered at the face of tho Bleeper. "Stovo Morley," ho said. "Fuller'n a goat." "Pleaso remove him from tho car," she directed. Later on, as ho stood looking down at tho Inert figure In the big rocking chair, and panting from his labors, ho heard her say patiently: "And now will you bo so good as to direct mo to tho PoBt-road." He scratched his head. "This Is mighty queer, the whole business," ho declared, assailed by doubts. "Sup poso you nro not Mrs. Wrandall, but tho other one. What then?" As If In answer to IiIb question, the man Morley opened his blear-eyes and tried to get to his feet. "What what aro we doln' here, Mis' Wran'all? Wha's up?" "Stay whoro you are. Stove," said tho other. "It's all right." Then ho went forth and pointed tho wny to her. "It's u long ways to Columbus Circle," he said. "1 don't envy you tho trip. Keep straight ahead after you hit the Post-road." He stood there listening until' tho whir of tho motor was lost In tho distance. "She'll never mako It," ho said to himself. "It's moro than a strong man could do on roads llko those Sho must bo crazy." Coming to tho Post-road, she In creased tho speed of tho car, with tho sharp wind hohlnd her, her oyeB In tent on tho white strotch that leaped up in front of tho lamps llko a blank wall beyond which there was nothing but denso oblivion. But for the fnct that sho know that this road ran straight and unobatructodvlnto tho out skirts of New York, she might havo lost courago and decision. Tho natural confidence of nn oxporlenced driver wnB hers. Sho had the daring of ono who has nover mot with an accident, nnd who truBta to tho Instincts rather than to nn actual understanding of conditions. With her, It was not a question of hor own capacity and strength, but n belief In tho fldollty of tho englno thnt carried her forward. It had not occurred to her that the task of guiding that heavy, swerving thing through tho unbrokon road waB something beyond her powers of en durance. Sho often had driven it a hundred miles and moro without rest ing, or without losing zest in tho en terprise; ' then why should sho fear tho small matter of 30 miles, even un der tho most trying of conditions? Sharply there camo to her mind tho question: wa3 she the only ono abroad In 'this black llttlo world? What of tho other woman? The one who was being hunted? Whero waa bIio? And what of tho ghost at her heelB? Tho car bounded over a railroad crossing. Sho recalled tho directions given by tho man at tho station and hastily applied tho brake. There was another und moro dangerous crossing a hundred yards ahead. Sho had beon warned particularly to tako It care fully, as there was a sharp curve In tho road beyond. Suddenly sho jammed down tho emergency brake, a startled exclama tion falling from her lips. Not 20 feet ahead, in tho mlddlo of the road and directly In lino with tho light of tho lamps, stood a black, motionless figure tho figure of a woman whose head wna lowered and whoao arms hung limply at her sides. Tho woman In tho car bent forward over tho wheel, Btarlng hard. Many seconds passed. At last tho forlorn object In tho roadway lifted her face and looked vacantly Into tho glare of tho lamps. Her eyes wero wide-open, her faco a ghastly white. "God In heaven!" struggled from the stiffening lips of Sara Wrandall. Her fingers tightened on tho wheel. Sho know. This was the woman! The long brown ulater; the limp, fluttering veil? "A woman about your slzo and figure," the shorlff had said. The figure swayed and then moved a fow stops forward. Blinded by the lights, sho bent her head and shielded her oyes with her hand tho better to glimpse tho occupant of the car. "Are you looking for mo?" sho cried out shrilly, at tho same tlmo spread ing her arms as If In surrender. It was almost a wall. Mrs. Wrandall caught her breath. Her heart began to beat once more. "Who aro you? What do you want?" sho cried out, without knowing what she said. The girl started. She had not ex pected to hear tho voice of a woman. Sho staggered to the side of the road, out of tho line of light. "I I beg your pardon," she cried It waa like a wall of disappointment "I am sorry to have stopped you." "Come here," commanded the other, still staring. Tho unsteady figuro advanced. Halt ing beside the car, sho leaned across the spare tires and gazed into tho eyes of the driver. Their faces woro not moro than a foot apart, their eyea wero narrowed in tense scrutiny. "What do you want?" repeated Mrs. Wrandall, her voice hoarso and trem ulous. "I am looking for an inn. It must be near by. I do " "An Inn?" with a start. "I do not recall the name. It Is not far from a village, In tho hills." "Do you mean Burton's?" "Yes. That's it. Can you direct mo?" Tho voice of tho girl was faint; sho seemed nbout to fall. "It is six or eight miles from hero," said Mrs. Wrandall, still looking In wonder nt tho rolserablp nlght-farer. Tho girl's head sank; a moan of de- She Knew This Was the Woman. spalr camo through her lips, ending In a sob. "So far as that?" she murmured. Then sho drow herself up with a fine show of resolution. "But I must not stop hero. Thank you." "Walt!" cried tho other. Tho girl turned to her onco moro. "Ib Is It a matter of llfo or death?" Thero was n long silence. "Yes. I must find my wny there. It is death." Sara Wrandall laid her heavily gloved hand on tho slim fingers that touched tho tiro. "Listen to me," sho said, a shrill noto of resolve ringing Jn her voice. "I nm going to Now York. Won't you let mo tako you with me?" Tho girl drow back, wonder and ap prehension struggling for tho mastory of her oyes. "But I am bound tho othor way. To tho Inn. I must go on." "Como with mo," said Sara Wrandall firmly. "You must not go back thore. I know what has happened there. Come! I will tako caro of you. You must not go to tho inn." "You know?" fnlterod the girl. "Yes. You poor thing!" There was lnflnito pity In her volco. Tho ;lrl laid her head on her arms. Mrs. Wrandall sat abovo hor, look ing down, held muto by warring emo tions. Tho Impossible had come to pass. Tho girl for whom tho wholo world would bo searching In n day or two, had stepped out of tho unknown and, by the most whimsical Jest of fate, Into the custody of tho ono per son most Interested of all In that self same world. It was unbelievable. Sho wondered Jf It were not a dream, or tho hallucination of an overwrought mind. Spurred by tho sudden doubt as to tho reality of tho object before her, sho stretched out her hand and touched tho girl's shoulder. Instantly sho looked up. Her fin gers sought tho friendly, hand and clasped It tightly. "Oh, If you will only tako mo to tho city with you! If you only give mo tho chance," Bho cried hoarsely. "I don't know what Impulse was driv ing mo back thore. I only know 1 could not help myself. You really mean It? You will tako mo with you?" "Yes. Don't be afraid. Como! Get In," said tho woman In tho car rapidly. "You you are real?" Tho girl did not hear the strange question. Sho was hurrying around to tho opposite side of tho car. Ab sho crossed before tho lamps, Mrs. Wrandall noticed with dulled Inter est that her garments were covered with mud; her small, comely hat was In sad disorder; looso wisps of hair fluttered with tho unalghtly veil. Her hands, sho recalled, were clad In thin suede gloves. Sho would be half frozen. She had been out in all this terrible weather perhaps since the hour of her flight from tho Inn. Tho odd feeling of pity grew strong er within her. She made no effort to analyze it, nor to account for It. Why should sho pity the slayer of her hus band? It was a question unasked, un considered. Afterwards she was to recall this hour and Its strange Im pulses, and to realize that It was not pity, but mercy that njoved her to do the extraordinary thing that followed. Trembling all over, her teeth chat tering, hor breath coming in short lit tle moans, tho girl struggled up be side her and fell back In tho seat. Without a word, Sara Wrandall drew the great buffalo robe over her and tucked It in about her feet and logs far up about her body, which had slumped down In tho scat. "You are very, very good," chattered the girl, almost lnaudlbly. "I shall nev er forgot " She did not complete tho sentence, but sat upright and fixed her gaze on her companion's face. "You you are not doing this just to turn mo over to to the police? They must be searching for me. You are not going to glvo mo up to them, are you? There will bo a reward I " "Thero Is no reward," said Sara Wrandall sharply. "I do not mean to glvo you up. I nm aimply giving you a chance to got away. I have always felt sorry for the fox when tho tlmo for tho kill drew near. That's tho way I feel." "Oh, thank you! Thank you! But what am I saying? Why should I per mit you to do this for me? I meant to go back thoro and havo it over with. I know I can't escape. It will havo to come, it is bound to como. Why put It off? Let them takqme, lot them do what they- will with me. I " "Hush! We'll seo. First of all, un derstand mo: I shall not turn you over to tho police. I will glvo you tho chance. I will help you. I can do no more than that." "But why should you help me? I I oh, I can't let you do It! You do not understand. I have committed a terrible " she broko off with, a groan. "I understand," said tho other, some thing llko grlmness In her level tones. "I havo been tempted more than onco myself." Tho enigmatic remark made no Impression on the listener. "I wonder how long ngo it was that It all happened," muttered the girl, as If to herself. "It seems ages oh, such ages." "Whero havo you been hiding slncu last night?" nsked Mrs. Wrandall. throwing In tho clutch. Tho car start ed forward with a Jerk, kicking up tho snow behind it. "Was It only last night? Oh, I've been " Tho thought of her suffer ings from exposure and dread was too much for tho wretched creature. Shr broke out In a soft wall. "You've been out In all this weath or?" demanded the other. WI lost my way. In tho hills back thero. I don't know whero I was." "Had you no place of, shelter?" "Whero could I seek shelter? I spent tho day In tho collar of a farm er's house. Ho didn't know I was there. I have had no food." "Why did you kill that man?" (TO HE CONTINUED.) Guarding Against Expense. It took a Now York mllllonarle to hit upon tho best schome yet for cut ting down household expenses it one must wed; he married a fashionable milliner. Bnltlnio-o Nowa. V "