The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-09-03
CHAPTER XIII.
A New Compact,

| 1t was very clear Hargrave Denton ex-
pected that Eleanor would refuse to see
him. or he would not have been guilty of
the rudeness OF entering the room prac-
tlcally unannounced
| He made three or four hasty stebs to-
wards the girl and stopped. A doubtful,
hesitating look came into his eyes, Prob
ably he thought she would show some
signs OF timidity. But she was standing
erect, motionless, surveying him with
COOL calm glance Of contempt
You can go. Emily" said she to the
servant. Mr.. Denton has saved you the
trouble Of showing him upstairs
Hargrave Denton was betraying signs
OF disquietude and embarrassment; he
WINGED at Eleanor's pointed reference to
MS intrusion. He was a very different
| man from the Hargrave Denton who had
pursued her months before-who had
forced his attentions upon her in Ken
| sington Gardens The wild, irregular life
he had led since he had been in possess
sion Of money, the passion which was
consuming him day by day. the under
mining Of his nervous system by constant
drinking had dwindled him to perfect
shadow Of his former self.
| Perhaps 1t was much establishment
as indifference which made Eleanor re-
gard him SO unmoved, so passioness. But
she felt strong just then. She knew the
extent Of Hargrave Denton's power, and
she was possessed of that which would
! turn aside his poisoned shafts
L have called, Miss Tremaine, as T
| promised when / last saw you at Monte
Carlo he forced his white lips to say.
You are not very punotual," she an
swered. with quiet irony. II expected you
a couple of days ago."
1T doesn't make any difference, sup
pose, In your decision, whatever it may
be?"
Not the slightest. Pray carry out your
threats"
You misjudge me entirely" he returned,
you, but to offer you my. sincere SYM
pathy." ~ - - :.
Thank you. Rather late in the day, Is
1t not?" =, -
"Ah. Eleanor" he DRIED, making one
step towards her, why are you so cruel?
Whatever faults I possess, whatever Of
1enses nave committed, I want you to
forgive me. have had but one thought
In my mind, one feeling in my heart, for
months past-I love you!''
THE repetition Of your sentiments to-
ward me Is becoming a little monotonous, :"
she answered indifferently. IF sym
pathy and love and she laid a. biting
emphasis on the two wordt''haye
brought you here this evening, can only
say If I accept the first, I alphabetically re-
ject the second. But this Is an old story"
He came a little closer. He half ex-
|pected she would retreat from him. but
she maintained her ground. Something
like pity for the shattered, nerveless crea-
ture was beginning to mingle with her
contempt. d., a. -c..a "
Another matter has brought me hero.
Miss Tremaine," said he, sinking his
voice Il admit I was wicked enough ia
hold out threats respecting your fathers
lpast life. He has been taken away and
I am not the one to hurl stones at dead
mans memory"
Mr.. Denton" cried the girl, shaken out
OF her composure, for she could never
think OF her murdered father without an
Icy feeling at her heart, 'can you not see
that every word you utter causes me q
pans? II you have said all you desire
pray go. don't want to bear any malice;
you have said that you sympathize with
newell, take 1t you desire to make that
your apology. Please say no more. am
satisfied"
THANK you-thank you." he murmured
brokenly. But you must hear what
have to tell YOU 1t concerns your father.
murder"
She started, and a strange look came
into her face What have you to sa,
about that?" she cried, almost hoarsely.
only this That ever since the ter.
rible tragedy have been trying quietly
to get on the track Of your fathers as.
sassins." ~
| YOu!' Sne CRIED.
The tone In which she flung. this WORD
at him made him vince, and his effor1
to maintain his face in repose was painful
) to witness. E#&
1T was a work Of repentance-of con.
triton" said he, almost humbly
. For moment or two she could not re.
? ply She paced up and down the room
once or twice, scarcely looking at Denton
, who stood with one hand resting on tn,
! table as If to steady himself.
, You say you have been doing this
what then-have you made any discoy
, Ary?" she sried, suddenly facing him.
IT believe I have"
Then why have you not gone to tn,
police?''
: "Ah," he answered. "That Is where tn,
difficulty comes in. The man who is II
possession Of valuable knowledge con
corning the miscreants will give his infor
NATION to no one but yourself If I wer,
to go to the police it would at once sto,
4 further progress"
a WHO is this mani"
+ 1T Is obvious dare not even give 70,
his name can take you to him, but
can do no more. confess my story ma,
seem Wild and improbable, but, after ali
I IT Is not moro mysterious than the actua
Y murder
8 Eleanors face was set like flint Some
g how, when she thought Of her father
murder, she seemed endued with
strength and resolution almost prefer
natural. She could not understand nov
Hargrave Denton, of all men in the world
should be In possession Of clue to tn
at o. t.