St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-04-06

said the other impatiently. SIT isn't
your fault that you are in this position.
MAXI tha s!. best of it now. It's worth
while making some sacrliice to tHaan
your husband in the dark. What he
don't know he can't be sorry for"
81 shall have to tell him sOon," she re-
turned. 81 know 1 cannot live this
double life with him much longer"
''YOur husband is not so young as he
was once" pursued the other. sit
would not be safe to tell him. The shock
might kill him. You ought to be glad
that your black sheep of a brother is
standing in the gap. instead of Seth
making himself known round here and
kicking up devil of scandalp'
Brother! Amp thought Warren.
.'Oh, Oscarw she said wearily. "YOu
don't see-you don't understand how
feel about it"
you'll get used to it," he said short
ly. "Can't you bear anything better
than separation from your husband?
It'll come to that, or worse, if you don't
help me hush up the matter.'
The plush drapery trembled little
just then, the brass rings slipped over
the rods with emphatic little chinks,
and the imposing figure of Warren
Hamilton appeared. introducing a
startling addition to the tableau, as he
stood against the background of bronze
and crimson folds, his eyes glowing, his
whole presence so maSterful and self
possessed that even Evelyn gained
courage from it somehow the moment
she was over her first start of surprise.
s'YOu are my wife'S brOther''-here
Evelyn winced-"c -"charged with mes
sage from Seth Arnold, who is still liv-
ing?" Warren continued.
EYES," said the man, his eyes roam
ing uneasily, his feet unstable.
"And the letter he sent is at hand?"
he asked, turning to Evelyn.
She took it from drawer aud passed
it to him. He glanced over it, then SUI
veyed Oscar with such eyes that he only
longed for a trap-dOOr or an earth
quake. He lacked the essential bravadO
of a successful villian-that was evil
dent.
"Can you give me his address," asked
Warren.
'sNo matter. l could set agents at
work who would find him if he were i'll
the United Kingdom" Warren pursued,
conscious of his power over the man;
''but 1 propose to clear up the thing i'll
short order. The confession of a forged
letter and a trumped-up story is written
all over you. You may as we'll confess
it with your tongue"
"WelI, then, it is a trumped-up story"
said Oscar, who found that his only ref
uge was "Open confession" ''She was
rolling in comfort. had hard work
sometimes to keep body and soul to-
gether. l raised money enough to pay
my passage over. l meant to tell big
story and get big haul"
Oscar rose uncertainty. He wanted
to get from under the glance OF those
eyes as soon as possible.
Evelyn opened drawer and took out
a roll of notes.
Wont you try to live different
life?" she asked, as she handed him the
money.
sI'm afraid it isn't in time. I've got
to 60 my own road. guess L was born
wrOng," he said, as he pOcketed the
notes.
He went out stumblingly. Evelyn
stood at the head of the stairway until
the front door closed upon him, then
went back to her husband.
The Joy of restored peace and con-
fidence was tempered by sadness for
the prodigal.
''He has spent thousands at the gam
bling table. He will never be any bet
ter. 1t seems true, as he says, that he
was born wrOng," Evelyn told her hus-
band.
"My white lamb taken from among
wOlveSr' Warren murmured over her.
leave your brother in higher hands"