Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1893-07-20
truthful response from her false fins

truthful response from her false fins,
That night, batfied. distracted, crush.
ed, Beatrice sought vainly for the man
she lovet-;lt his home, in the village,
She could not forget him. SO near to
success, and careless babbbling had
lost her the precious prize.
She fingered at the retirement of the
doctors home for several days; she
mad him inquire everywhere for Mar
Shall, bur the latter had mysteriously
disappeared from the village.
Il shall return home" She told him
with anxious. hagGard face. finally.
AT the first trace you secure of him
write or telegraph me- You got tho
marriage certificate from the clergy
MANI
DR.. Simms evaded her questioning
glance.
Not Yet" he stammered. but will.
You see, the village clergyman was
away. and I had to arrange with a
strange minister who lives in another
town. l will attend to it. Oh. YOU
Will win Raymond Marshall to Your
side yet
Life is torture else" sighed the dis
appointed Beatrice And that night she
started back for the home where lux
ury and wealth We're Il hollow mock
cry. with her scheme for Raymond
Marshall'S love 4 failure.
Had she remained one day longer at
Hopcdalc. she would have seen Ray
mond Marshall. for he returned twenty
four hours after her departure.
If he was pale. Worn. iadcd before.
he was Il mere shadow of his former
| h.ly, dc, s.,,1f IT
vainly everywhere for Il trace of Edna
Dcanr.
| Back at the starting point of his in
vcstlgatlon. ere he Went to his home.
he visited the hotel. lie questioned the
landlord about Miss Leslie" and in
Quircd particularly about Il mysterious
visitor on the day of ,l:c marriage
Il remember now" spoke the land
lord, after listening to NlarsIlall's story.
There waS Il strange woman hero.
She sat in the ladies' parlor but she
disappeared nlSSlrliuuSly However.
we found Il little satvhrl there the next
morning.
"A satchrl"' calculated Marshall!
eagerly. can ! see it,
Tho article WAS produced DSap-
rointrily Marshall glanced over the
fcW collars ana landkrrchirfS it con-
tanned. They little r@scmblrl the dainty
nccEwrar Of his Edna. AS he noted
in rcd ink on the inside of the sa1,hcl
an address. however. h. decided that
it might have belonged to Edna. that
it might possibly he Il clue
The address WAS that of Il farmer,
John Blake. The next afternoon. Ray
monI Marshall knocked at the door of
rho ll1I111l bn had civ, Il
his lost darling the night of the Snow
storm.
70 her it had been haven of safety
and peace, to him it became the por-
tails Of a paradise of hope and love,
rs within ten minutes he knew all the
truth.
Yes. he had located Edna at last.
Mrs. Blake had told him Ill she knew.
He could patch out all the mystery of
l:dna's strange disappearance now Oh.
he had found her ut last.
Found her. however. to lose her
again. it seemed. With Il sinking heart
he listened to the concerned matron
as she told him that Edna had been
missing for hours
That day she had gone out for 4
drive. An hour previous the horse and
phacton had come home, Bruno jogging
after. but no driver.
Had Edna again tlcd-had she met
With an accident:
oh. it cannot be. so near to finding
her. to lose her again.. murmurcd Mar
shall. wildly. Have you no idea where
she went. Mrs. Blake"
No. the farmers wife could not con-
lecture. and. about to give Marshall
an idea Of Edna'S usual route III driv-
Ing. he interrupted har.
Bruno. the dog" he exclaimed sud
denly. Come here. good fellow"
He took up q dainty glove from the
taIl" that belonged to Euna. He pat1ed
the dog. he showed him the glove, he
pointed down the road
The intelligent animal seemed to I'M
uciS1and what was expected of him.
Find your miStrrSS.' urged the So
lici1ouS Marshall
With a sharp bark. Bruno dartcd
through the cottage door.
Down the winding road he ran. the
eager. hopeful! Raymond Marshall at
his heels. realizing upon how frail Il
thread hung the fate of the woman he
loved.
It. be Contilucd)