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THE 8EMLWEEKLY TRIBUNE. NORTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA.
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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
"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
"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
"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
"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
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
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
"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
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
"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
"I am positive. Ho Is or wa3
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
"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
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
"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
"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
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
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
"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
"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
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
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
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
"I guess I'll telephone to tho Bherlff
"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
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
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
"Pleaso remove him from tho car,"
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
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,
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
"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
"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,
"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.
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