The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1894-08-02

Ao0P A4OA AOAAAu8' ACE Vo"pAe0
throbbed.. A hot flush drove the pal
lor from her checks. The buzz in her
ears was deafening. She put out her
hand, took up one Of the letters, read
1t through. It was just such love-
letter % any refined, sfRectionate girl
might have written. It began my
Dearest" and ended "Your loving
Annie" It bore tho date Of the year
'previous to Norine's marriage. ohA
took up another folded sheet, opened,
glanced through Il. A bris9, nd 4t4ls
Inote 1t was. .'.'.' ~. s@t'
my dear, 1t ran, ''fste has besn hard 70 10.
It IL good-by we must ssy-we who love eaeA
other col But not sood-by forever. We must
tesp On believing in each other, ana hopino
for ultimate happiness together. Il shall sure.
| ~ como. Your desolsto ANxn"
+ Hark! There were footsteps-voicesl
The young wife hastily replaced tho
letters, drew back from the desk. The
next instant Harold, accompanied BY
policemen and detectives, was in the
room. He went directly to Norine.
my love-" he said, ''what . shock
this has given you! You are white -
o ghost" ~ r.4-sr. '<s q. >.,.,gs.#
She thrust his gentle hand away.
II am very WE'LL" she said.
And oil the time she was going over
and over In her mind the details Of her
husbands acquaintance with Annie
Hubbard. He had known her from
chndhood-long before he met Norine.
She recollected his telling her they
had gone to dancing school together;
but she had never dreamed that he
was In love with Annie, or she with
him. Now she knew that it was so,
since he treasured her letters, her
picture. She understood why he had
locked his desk. He had married her
for her money loving Annie Hubbard
all the time. That fact was patent
and plain. :
All day long she went around like q
woman in q dream. She was very
pale, and her lips were rigidly set.
Her changed appearance and demeanor
her husband attributed to the fright
she had had. And the whole time ono
terrible thought was beating itself in
upon her brain. "You love them both.
You stand in their sunshine. Move out
Of it!'' iestG "5'@Hr".ff3". ...@ ..
Toward evening she left the house,
walked to drug store, entered, asked
for q certain powder, at once caressing
and deadly.
The clerk looked at her curiously,
she fancied, as he gave her the package
and her change. '..' II. ''"5'
She went home. Harold was out.
She sat down and wrote him few
lines. liza a
'You accused mo of being Jealous" she
wrote. II don't think was-I know am. T
have read Annie's letters to you, II had
dreamed before married you that you cared
for each other. I would have done then, what
am about to do now" 49, y. a.
It seemed : long time before the
drug took eMIsctt, but s66tt IGSt ishg 4sIt
the desired sense of unconsciousness
creeping upon her. .,-,"
It was almost eleven o'clock when
Harold, who had been on a wild goose
chase after the burglars, reached his
own door. A voice out of the shadows
spoke to him. ..=
''Mr. Groves, I've been waiting for
you. I'm Jim Dinand."
''Oh, yes-of course. Wait, and I'll
get this door OPEN" 4
mol only wish to speak to you q
moment. You did me good turn last
year, when was miles deep in that
lawsuit, and couldn't pay you. 1 think.
I've done you one now. Your wife
came into my drug store tonight She
didn't know me, but knew her. She
asked for morpKine-an amount that
would be q fatal DOSE She looked
wild and strange. gave her harm
less sedative powder: may have been
mistaken in regard to her evident in
tention, but don't think So"
my God - murmured Groves.
''Thank you, Jim," he said then.
He let himself in, went quietly up
stairs, noiselessly entered the room.
Norine lay asleep; the note she had
written was on, small table beside
the bed. He took up the sheet-read
the few calm, desperate words. Then
he dropped the note on the floor be-
tween the table and the bed. It was
late next morning when Norine lifted
her heavy eyelids.
"Well. you lazy girl!' cried a dear,
familiar voice, "1'm tired waiting
breakfast for you. I never knew you
to sleep SO late. hear they've caught
our intruders. hope so-although
they didn't get very much. 1 suppose
they thought they had a great find
when they broke open the locked box
which Dave Harding gave me to keep
for him, when his folks broke up the
engagement between him and Annie
Hubbard, and sent him out west. How
ever, in a letter I got from him only
this morning, he writes me that tho
course of true love is running smooth
1y again, and that he is coming back
to marry Annie next month. Make
haste, dear. The chops will be like
leather" sy - E~gs,@r ? ~
He left the room. She looked wildly
around for her note, picked it up.
1.-THE draught from the window must
have blown it off the table. Was ever
anything so fortunate? But how did:
that young druggist happen to. make
such = mistake? Oil I have been
wicked-wicked! Forgive me, dear