La Junta tribune., 1900-12-15
CHAPTER V.-(Continued.J }


black moustaehe and glared at her with
unwilling admiration. We are moth
ing. no no. but It IS those who win
laugh, oh, yes snap my fingers at
Reyerton. ,or which We are not good
enough. but they shall accept US.
though they did not my amlable uncle.
whom. allow. you had no cause to
love"
Il shall certainly let all Reverton
know II | am made unhappy here"
she answered. with sudden fash OF
comprehension, under which Henri
WINGED For Mr.. Barlowe. had lit
tic cause to like him. but he is dead!
he came to terrible end, Have Won
any chance OF discovering who killed
him. or why?"
So intent had they been in :heir
conversation that they had been oD-
i!yious' to the Ciang Of the garden gate
and the sound Of wheels AZ Mollie
turned quickly to see Madame Dubois
driving up. the horses lathered by
their reckless speed. but well in hand
she did not notice that Henri's face
had gone a sickly yellow. that the IN
gers holding cigarette suddenly
crushed It AS in vice Madame looked
from holiie's flushed face. TO her son 5
sullen. dark one. as she drew up, and
her lips tightened. but the girl en-
,ered the house before her, and, once
out OF sight. dashed TO her own room
What was she TO do? she thought,
IS with clenched hands she paced her
oom. What could she do but keep her
syes open. and bear IT. She WAS sur
prised TO find that she was neither
frightened nor dlsmayed. indeed. won
derlng more what Reggie would think
Il he knew-Reggle. whose blue eyes
had given sudden flash As that Mol
lee had caught his ear. Yet It was
matter OF relief when madame ap-
peared as usual at dinner. even max
ing a little show OF affection for her,
though looking pale and distraught,
while Henri was effusively polite.
But nothing could prevent the even
ng being dreary and constrained, and
as early as she could. she bade mother
he large square hall was the hand
some oak door of Mr. Barlowe's study,
and she paused at the foot OF the stairs
10 regard 1t with telling akin TO awe.
What scene had that closed door wit
messed IL months ago that very night,
what was the secret OF Leonard Bar
owes tragic DEATH Well indeed 1t
was for Mollie that the future is hid
den from us. that she could not fore
see the manner in which the truth
would be revealed
AS she went slowly up stairs the
drawing room door opened suddenly
and madame came out and walked
swiftly across to the closed door. her
usually stately step ialtering and un-
even, her face wild and haggard: but
fre she had gone many yards Henri
had slipped after her, caught her by
The arm, and pulled her roughly back.
Let me go!" she cIied excitedly
Have you not tormented me enough?
you, for whom | have borne every
thing; you. whom | have shielded?"
There. don't make fuss and rouse
the place." he said hoarsely FOR
heavens sake come back and calm
Yourself. What is the use of getting
in frenzy because an unfortunate
event has happened in the house, and
the servants say it is haunted? Come
back, l say!" And the drawing room
door closed again on their angry voices
without either having perceived Mol
les presence on the stairs above.
She went on 20 her room down the
dimly-nghted corridors. for madame
was economical in lights in some in
stances. There was "A feeling of I'M
rest and mystery abroad in the house
tonight. more to be felt than described.
which unconsciously influenced her
How long II seemed since she had left
her peaceful German life behind. and
been plunged into a sea of difficulties;
yet she would not have gone back
Unbidden rose the thought that there
was no Reggie in Hanover.
She took her Bible and read a chap
ter. trying to fix her thoughts on the
Easter day that would soon dawn, the
day our Lord rose from the dead. The
warm old dressing gown in which she
was wrapped accentuated the bright
ness OF her hair. and her lovely face
showed sweet and thoughtful in the
gas light. but as she closed the book
1t was with a sigh that she put her
elbows on the toilet table and dropped
her white chin into them.
All the evening her thoughts had
been back with her mediterranean
bering her sorrows and sufferings-
and yet there kept running in her mind
also the words she had Just read.
Love your enemies All how i'm
possible It seemed; to how many more
than poor little Mollie has IL appeared