The Red Cloud chief., 1900-11-30

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and Instantly Glaudy sat up straight,
with the pen held firmly In her fingers.
Her eyes were wide open and sleep
had flown.
Edging the screen n little forward.
Paul got 1t adjusted SO that GLADLY did
not see the sheet Of blank paper. then
he gently guided her hand around tho
edge of the screen and placed II upon
the paper.
"Write!" he said, harshly, and Glad
dy obeyed. But from her position
she could not see what she was writ
ing.
Presently, as Paul's dark yes In
tently watched the motionless pen In
the slim. small fingers, II moved. Glad
dy was writing something carefully.
and In a slow, painstaking manner,
much as a child under the eye Of q
master would do.
And while she wrote Paul watched
her breathlessly. On, on the pen trav-
eled over the sheet.
Gladys handwriting was small and
upright and unloyely, the handwriting
OF the up-to-date girl OF today. Paul's
breath grew labored as he watched
the pen moving. He could have dash
ed Oft the sentence In half the time;
but then between GLADLY and himself
there was at least n quarter OF a cen
fury In age. At last the end OF tho
page was reached. and the stylograph-
ic pen dropped from the limp. white
fingers.
Sign IL! Sign your full name"
The command came In breathless
syllables, as though the speaker was
greatly excited.
The pen was instantly lifted.
There was just room for the brief
signature-Gladys Templeton. Then,
with a low sigh of exhaustion. the girl
slipped backward into her chair. and
Paul Andsell, after carefully blotting
the sheet of paper, folded ii and placed
1t in his pocketbook.
Il must get the names Of a couple OF
witnesses, and the things done! But
that's an easy matter In Montreal
As silently ~ he came Paul Andsell
departed. Down the wide staircase he
sped. and out into the clear. white
stiffness of the starry night, his dark
eyes blazing with a strange, triumph
ant light.
"Is 1t you, Paul? You have come
homer"
A sweet. vibrating voice called out
gently as his latchkey opened the door
of the little suite of rooms OF fiat
which he called home In the gay city
Of Montreal.
Yes, | have come, Diana: and l
have good news-rare, good news for
YOU"
A large. golden haired woman, with
q milk-white skin, came out OF one
OF the rooms opening into the hall,
where the skeleton doomed quaint and
hideous. She was Paul Andsell's wife
GLADLY had been right in her sur
mise; but Mrs. Andsell was not q
happy wife, to Judge by her detected
limp appearance.
Years ago when Paul first saw Di'
ana standing In front of the little New
England homestead that nestled under
the great maple trees, he had thought
her the prettiest girl this world held
The poor, shabby, little house was dig
niied by the morning glories tina
climbed all over 1t, purple and pinl
and white, making a dainty back
ground for the girls fairness. 1t wa,
a picture that stirred the mans i'm
agination rather than his heart.
Already vast possibilities were loom
ing for the scientific explorer. Here
In this vision Of womanly fairness. h,
saw a valuable assistant for his enter
prise.
But Paul Andsell had made grea
strides since the days when his mas
terful will took Diana from her sim
pie home, and from her first love, t
make her his wife and his tool. NJ
longer for him did the humble pro
vincial exhibitions OF his mesmeri,
skill and his power over the minds o
others suffice. Higher flights were to
day his aim. and more than one alb
truse work on %hypnotism bore hi
name on Its title
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