The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1896-10-14
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marriage cerlIucaIe from the clergy
man."
DR.. simms evaded her questioning
glance.
You see, the village clergyman was
away, and l had to\arrange with q
strange minister who lives in another
town. I 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 luxury,
and wealth were a hollow mockery,
with her scheme for Raymond Mar
shalls love failure.
Had she remained one day longer at
Hopedale, she would have seen Ray
mond Marshall, for he returned twenty
four hours after her departure.
If he was pale, worn, jaded before,
he vas mere shadow OF his former
handsome self now. He had sought
vainly everywhere for trace OF Edna
Deane.
Back at the, starting-point OF his in
vestigation, ere he went to his home, he
visited the hotel. He questioned the
landlord about Miss Leslie" and in
quired particularly about mysterious
visitor on the day Of the marriage.
Il remember now," spoke the land
lord, after listening to Marshall's story.
There was strange woman here. She
sat in the ladies parlor, but she disap-
peared mysterlously. However, We
found little sachel there the next
morning"
"A sachell" calculated Marshall eag-
erly, "can see it,"
The article was produced. Disap-
pointedly Marshall glanced over the
few collars and nandkerchiefs 1t con-
tanned. They little resembled the
dainty neckwear Of his Edna. As he
noted in red ink on tbs inside of the
sachel an address, however, he decided
that it might have belonged to Edna,
that it might possibly be clue.
The address was that OF a farmer,
John Blake. The next afternoon, Ray
mond Marshall knocked at the door of
the humble cottage that had sheltered
his lost darling the night of the SNOW
storm.
To her it had been a haven Of safety
and peace, to him it became the portals
Of paradise of hope and love, as within
ten minutes he knew all the truth.
Yes, he had located Edna at lestl
Mrs. Blake had told him all she knew.
He could patch out all the mystery Of
Ednl strange disappearance now. Oh!
rs had found her at last.
. Found her, however, to lose her again,
1t seemed. With sinking heart he lis
tened to the concerned matron as she
told him that Edna had been missing
for hours.
That day she had gone out for drive.
An hour previous the horse and phaeton
had come home, Bruno jogging after,
but no driver.
Had Edna again fled-had she met
with an accident?
@Oh! it cannot be, 80 near to finding
her, to lose her again!" murmured Mar
shall, wildly. Have you no idea where
she went, Mrs. Blake3"
No, the farmers wife could not con-
lecture, and, about to give Marshall an
idea OF Edna's usual route in driving,
he interrupted her.
Bruno, the dog!" he exclaimed sud
denly. Come here, good fellow!"
He TOOK up a dainty glove from the
table that belonged to Edna. He patted
the dog, he showed him the glove, he
pointed down the road.
: The intelligent animal seemed to un-
derstand what was expected Of hin.
Find your misrress!" urged the sole
itous Marshall.
With o sharp bark, Bruno darted
through the cottage door.
Down the winding road he ran, the
eager, hopeful Raymond Marshall at his
heels, realizing upon how frsil thread
hung the fate of the woman he loved.