The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1904-12-23
CHAPTER NV.

VI hurrledlN quitting the house Will
me OF pursuing, if necessary
This unknown intruder, Nalerius en-.
countered Il woman's figure. standine
sun and passive in the pathway
figure plainly distinguishable from the
surrounding darkness because of the
strong light still streaming from the
| Window.
Who are you?4 he asked breathless-
" and abruptly, disappointed at finding
II Was not q man With whom he had
to deal. ~
My name is not known to you" am
the answer, spoken in a voice whose
careful meditation and deep music
7 him even then.
What do o WANT" he asked. his
anger at her presence unsubdued.
TO see her-Mrs. Dumbarton." came
the calm reply.
valerius hesitated as to what his next
question should be, her words surpris-
ing him. all kinds of ideas rising in
his mind.
For what purpose" he demanded.
Il nave something to say which she
may be glad to hear"
Concerning the"
Concerning the murder, she said.
completing the sentence he had hest
tated to finish.
YOU"
Il. Fake me to her.
Even still he seemed to hesitate. his
eyes fixed on the face whose features
he was unabl to discern. The agitation
he had felt from the instant he had
seen her through the glass yet MASTER
ing MIN. Suddenly he wheeled around
in the pathway. saying:
Come With me-"
Without further words she followed
nun up the steps. through the hall, and
into the room where Olive Dumbarton
stood waiting for her Cousins return,
her face still white from anxiety, her
eyes brilliant from excitement, her
limbs trembling.
AS the stranger entered with a slow
n firm tread, a composed and grace
lul nllen, the two women gazed at
each other intently, eagerly. %scrutin-
iZingly.
Something there was in the appear
ance of this unknown woman which.
apart from the circumstances of her
!lslt, arrested the attention of the three
individuals, who now mutely gazed at
her. mat she was foreign was evil
dent from her olive complexion. the
blue-black hue of her thick hair. tbe
dark color of her eyes with their heavy.
sweeping brows. Her figure was short
ana rather stout, but q certain meas
ured stateliness in her movemen gave
1T that grace which is usually assoc
clated with height. Her age seemed
not more than five and twenty.
In her dress there was something
fantastic and shabby, the colors inclln-
ing to gayety, the cut to fashion. The
little headdress which did duty for a
bonnet was perched with a certain
daintiness amid the billowy masses of
her hair; her gloves We're frayed at the
finger tips, n round her throat was
necklace a red coral.
AT her entrance she had made =
which might be considered a
which the mistress of the
returned by a bow, and then
stood waiting. her arm aid for support
the high back of her chair, from
which she had just risen.
She wishes to see you" Valerius
said. breaking the silence.
"About-?" Olive Dumbarton be-
gan. her pale lips parted in expecta-
tion.
About your husband" the stranger
Olive Dumbarton sank into a chair
knowing what revelations We're
about to be made to her, fearing thai
her humiliationS We're now to be added
TO, scarcely hoping that the darkness
surrounding her might be lifted.
Then her yes fell on Veronica. who
staring at the visitor with all her
Veronica. leave me a little while.
she said gently.
The girl rose and quilted the room.