Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-11-25

she had, of course, heard nothing of it d.
rectly since her installation at Fairview, and
she was surprised and relieved to see him.
They exchanged greetings and all left the
carryall there.
You won't hurry away, will your asked
Il feel that 1 have had a long vacation"
Mrs. Williams answered, I've had nothing
to do since Mrs. Appleton came"
Il should be doubly obliged if you would
stay to dinner. Your son expects it, think,
and will doubtless Join u.s.
After some further protests Mrs. Williams
assented, saying that she would get her
things ready for returning to her own home,
and the ladies went to the house.
Professor Drummond did not carry out lis
program OF returning at once to the VIII age.
Instead, he drove to the stable and left the
horse there still harnessed and htched to
the carryall. Then he entered the house by
way of the door facing the ledge, thus coming
upon the top story first He walked natur-
ally down the stairs and along the hall to
the flight that led to the main floor He
heard Louise and Mrs Villa ms talking in
the latter's room. At the top of the flight
he paused moment. When he saw Amelia
Issue from the room usually occupied by
Louise, but recently by both young ladies,
and cross the corridor to her own room, be
went down to the broad hall.
After glance into the corridor where
Starkweather had fallen he went into the
dining room. crossed it and opened the door
TO the basemen: stairs. The droning voices
of Betsey and Mrs. Appleton came distinct
quietly shot the bolt. He remembered Bet
sey's habit of gliding in at unexpected mo-
ments, apparently.
Prof Drummond's usually rudy face was
distinctly pale. and 1t was furrowed with
grave thought and, perhaps, anxiety. His
hands We're not wholly steady as he raised
the spread from the table, and he clenched
his fists in anger at his trepidation. Then
he put his right hand under the table and
felt along the top of the leg. His eyes
started as If they would bulge comp etely
out of their sockets. He dropped upon his
knees and examined the leg. What he
sought for was missingi
The professors limbs trembled so that
he staggered as he hurried to the broad
hall and through the back corridor to the
door of his shop" 1t was several seconds
before he could adjust key to the lock-
He succeeded al last, and, having entered,
closed the door behind him.
Fifteen minutes Or more passed, and when
the professor came out he was more COM
posed. He deliberately turned to the din
ing room, released the bolt of the basement
door, and then went to the front stairs and
called to his daughter. Louise promptly
responded.
since / went away. Lou?' he asked with
well assumed naturalness.
"Oh, yes" she answered vivaciously, "a
great deal. Mrs Williams, of course, all
the time, and then the doctor and Mr..
Philbrick came most every day. We were
never lonely"
Ibid no others call2'
NO; no one whatever. Shall 1 tell you
how we passed the time, papa?'
Never mind now. l suppose you're busy
helping Mrs. Williams. Well chat about It
later"
Louise ran back upstairs. and the pro-
fessor went to the dining room, where he
stood by his favorite window. He did not
see the grand mountains beyond the Minisld.
He was absorbed in contemplating the
mental vision of human hand removing
brass switch from table leg, and trying to
make out what face-Philbrick s or the doc
tor accompanied that hand.
A light step and a rustic on the stairs at
tracted him. He looked around and saw
Amelia dressed to go out with a small grip
in her hand.
The professor dashed out into the hall,
quickly and silently shut the front door,
turned the key, and then put his back to 1t
and frowned upon his niece.
"Where now. Amelia? ?" he asked, In a low
voice, but sternly.
Il am going away, uncle" she responded.
stand away, please. You have no right to
detain me-"
She put out her hand to reach the door
knob The professor caught IL with his left
and In a fury of passion closed his right
hand over her throat.
You traitressw he Kissed shaking her
violently. You would betray me, would
you?"
Another shake and he threw her from him.
Amelia staggered back against the ban
lister of the stairs, overcome partly by ter
ror. partly by physical shock.
go to your room, girlr' whispered Prof.
Drummond, savagely.
60 be continued tomorrow
Divorce Granted.