Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1904-07-02

She watched Martin take out a num-
Der of bank notes, which he put away in
his own pocket. The book, the watch
and chain, a ring. a pencil case, were
wrapped IN a silk handkerchief, then N
brown paper. He tied up the packet.
$50, that's DONE" she heard him NUT
ter. "Pll fling it into the river tonight,
and shall be safe"
He would not wait for Dimdyke's re.
turn. She understood that, as he took
the packet in his hand. He had sent
Dimdyke ont to gain an opportunity of
disposing of these proofs of his guilt, and
of Jocelyn's identity
Jocelyn'si There rose before AurioPs
mental vision q dead face, 4. still and
awful form-her friend, the happy bride
groom of Wis. But it was no time for
grief and tears.
Martin stood with his back to the door
behind which she watched him, ard in the
moment that he lifted the packet to
carry it away, she darted out, and
snatched it from his hand.
With an oath upon his lips, he turned
to face her. She stood like an embodi-
ment of vengeance, her pale face alght
with wrath, her eyes ablaze, and she
spoke but one uord-"Murderer!
He shrank before her, but next mo-
ment sprang at her in fury. His claw
like fingers fastened on her long white
throat. Strong and finely formed as she
was, she was helpless as an infant in his
grasp, for desperation gave him n
demons power.
Raymond" In those awful moments,
the name of him she loved came from
her lips in a half-strangled cry.
She heard, as if afar off, a crash. It
seemed to her she had been struggling
against the cruel pressure of those hor-
rible fingers for long, long while. She
was suddenly released, and flung with
violence to the floor.
'Jocelyn Carew!" shrieked Martin.
No, not the man you murdered" an
swered a voice that was as sweetest
music to Auriol's ears, though it was
stern and relentless. 81 am Raymond
Carew, his cousin, his friend, his
ayenger!"
AuriOl heard no more, for conscious
ness left her for while. When Gle
opened her eyes again, she was supported
in her fathers arms, and Martin RYDER
stood at the other end of the room,
with Raymond mounting guard like big
mastiff over a vicious terrier. The splin-
tered, broken door, and the disordeled
furniture, were eloquent of the scene sine
had lately taken part in.
"The packet" she gasped. Don't lot
him keep it,"
tits there" said Raymond, nodding
towards the table, without relaxing his
| vigilance over his prisoner.
Weak and dazed She struggled to her
feet, and towards the table. Martin
laughed as she again possessed herself
| Of Jocelyn's belongings; but he made no
effort to reach them first He was shak-
ing all over, now that his frenzy was
past, much as a horse will when arrested
in the headlong gallop of fright.
Take them. Do your worst, YOU
painted prude-you saint in tinsell" Re
leered. prove, if you can. that l killed
Jocelyn Carew; but know, first, the pr; 20
you'll have to pay. I've seen you at the
theater, petted, and praised, and applaud-
ed. You are proud of your triumphs
and your spotless reputation, madame.
I'll drag you down to the gutter you
sprang from. You won't face the public
quite so gracefully when it knows YOU
for convict's daughter. You won't be
quite so honored and respected if yon
send your own father to prison!"
Auriol turned to Dimdyke with mute
gesture of passionate appeal, while Ray
mond looked and listened in horrifed
anazement
CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK.