The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1896-07-28


bttCrlu hopeless 10 md her i9GGr
while how she should set about the task
Of finding Olaf Bruins address, which
she had on his letter in her pocket She
finally determined to consult a police
man, who put her On board a street car
and told tho CONDUCTOR that she wanted
to get off at Division street In about
30 minutes tho latter functionary sang
out the name Of tho street, and by the
aid of another policeman she found the
house which had been tho loadstar Of
her long wandorings. twas a sadly dis
appointing place, she had 20 admit,
though she scarcely knew why, unless Il
was a certain dismal impression It made
ST shabby gentility She had imagined
il so different There was q curious sec.
ondhand look about everything. The
maroon velvet carpet in the hall was
very much worn, and the bronze lantern
under the ceiling was a trihe tamished
and its light tempered by Il beautiful
spiral design Of opal glass, which was
cracked. There was a curiously hushed
air about the house, which somehow
made il seem improper 20 speak above a
whisper. 1t seemed TO have a bad con-
science She noted, too, that the land.
Lady, who, after having kept her wait
ing for a long while finally made her
appearance, walked on tiptoe, as II she
were afraid Of waldng somebody. When
Hulda, with flushed checks and a wild
ly beating heart, asked if Mr. Brun was
at home, She pondored for awhile with
her head on one side and repeated with
puzzled frown
"Brun, Brun2"
Yes, Mr.. Olaf Brun, the artist,
Hulda explained anxiously,
'Oh, yes, yes, Mr.. Olaf Brun He
hasn't been here for six months OF more.
He left early III the spring.
''DO you know where he has gone TOP"
81 wish / did. Itwould be eworth s35
TO me if l knew.
Hulda failed tocomprehend the mean
ing OF this, and her sense Of loyalty to
Brun prevented her from asking ques-
tions There was something vaguely
disrospectful in the woman's manner of
referring to him which made hos shrink
from incurring her confidence.
And you have, then, not the least
idea whore l might find himY" Hulda
inquired with a weight on her heart
which with every moment grew heavier
She was yet standing in the hall uuder
the bronze lantern, and the woman was
staring at her with a curious, scruhniz
ing look which was not unkindly.
Poor girlp she said finally, ana a
CLEAN Of dismal sympathy illuminated
her features. He has got you into trou,
bic, has he? Well, it's no good hunting
him up, ! can tell you that He hasn' Z
got penny 90 lis name, and he il noy-
er likely to have one -
The dim feeling Of alarm which had
been throbbing in Hulda's breast since
she crossed the threshold of the house
stole with numbing chill down hes
back. She had but one desige ana that
was 70 escape FROM this terrible woman
before she had utterly shattered her idol
She had, TO be sure, said nothing that
was disoreditable TO Olaf, unless Il was
discreditable to be poor an1 yet she was
quiveripg with fear lest some hideous
secret should suddenly glare out at her.
with its petriiying Medusa gaaa she
had 70 tear herself away with a palpablC
wrench from a certain balcful fascina-
ton which the woman exercised ovel
her, and the hours OF minutes that in
teryened between the last recorded re
mark and her entrance into the Nor.
wegian consul's Office 0n Milwaukee,
apnue always remained a blank in hei
memory She walked about half stun
ned. yet with hall miraculous security
found her way through the tangle ID