Newport weekly independent., 1903-11-13
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Copyright. 1903, by Daily Story Pub Col
By JENNIE EDDY


 , Jaynes drew the slender figure of r.s promised wife closer to his side and looked fondly into her upturned face She laughed happily.
 Tt seems too good to be true, doesn't it, dearest?"
 We must be the exception that proves the rule, this time" he answered. Sure ly the course of true love never could run more smoothly than ours and in an- other week you will be mine forever Sometimes" he went on musingly, "it does seem too good to be true. l feel as if it were all beautiful dream and I dread the awakening But you do love me, darling" He paused, waiting for the whispered ives" he knew would come.
 Do you know, long time ago, when I first met you, I used to fear that you might marry Stedman. He's such all that. Didn't you ever care for him, Trudie?"
 ''No,' she denied emphatically. T never cared for anyone-until you came But did think once that perhaps-if it had not been for his brothers disgraceful conduct I m t have let myself care"
 'Sweetheal what do you mean? Would the fact that a mans brother was a drunkard prevent you from marrying him when he was all that is good and noble?"
 "Yes, I mean just that. It sounds hard, doesn't it? But I could never marry man who could not give me name un- stained. Few of us ever think what black pages of ancestry most people have hid den away-the hideous skeletons in their closets. And the blood will tell, sooner or later. bad blood as well as good. That is why-you see, with MT. Stedman His brother has already developed weak trait. It may be only a matter of time when he, too, succumbs to some vice equally despicable."
 They were both silent few moments, busy with their thoughts. Then, as neighboring clock tolled the hour, Jaynes I am, sweetheart, that my family record is clear"
 q could never nave loved you if it hadn't been," Gertrude Elliot answered, seriously.
 The next day was Sunday and they had planned a long drive together. It was day of perfect happiness for them both The conversation of the evening before had been forgotten-the pleasure of the present shut out all serious thoughts. As they drove home in the lengthening shadows, that silence which is the sweetest communion of two united souls fell upon them. A white object suddenly fluttcred in the grass at the roadside. The horse shied, then quieted down at the sound of his masters voice.
 What is it, dear?" asked Gertrude.
 "Only a newspaper think"
 '"There That reminds me of what wanted to tell you. Tread such strange story after you left last night-not a book, story in the evening paper. And the queer thing about it is that the man has your name, Walter Stanton Jaynes. Sr."
 Jaynes laughed. That is certainly peculiar. I never come across anyone of that name outside our family The oldest sons have borne it for genera | tions back. What about the man?'
 'He has just died in the states prison at Jackson. It seems he was sent up from Detroit for embeZziement. His crime was such a lagrant breach of trust that the full extent of the law was given him. lie was president of the Wayne County bank and was so highly regarded that hundreds of poor people, widows and orphans, loaned him their all. He | intended to replace what he had stolen in time, but the bank examiner came unexpectedly and discovered the situa- | tion."
 'I cuppose mother would remember the case. We lived in Detroit until I was five years old" said Jaynes. But aside from the coincidence of names it is rather a common story"
 "But I haven't come to the strangest part The prison was crowded when this man was sent up and he was put into the cell with another convict. With his face clean-shayen and bis hair cropped short li happened that he and his cell-mate who was a common murderer, bore a