The Glenwood post. (Glenwood Springs, Colo.) 1897-current, 1906-05-26

life, then. l have heard of cuch
things. All l know about il is | let
home in May, and l went a little ways
on the train, and | came to myself in
this room. If l worked at the mill is
a machinist and played the violin
knew nothing about it"
You did not work as a machinist,
but as a common millhand. You,
however, showed a good understand
ing of machinery and often remedie d
defects in it.
Another person has had a similar
experience to your own, or processes
TO have done so. But we will not
talk of it now. Another time will do
as well. l dare say DR.. Peck will ssy
that we have talked too much al
ready" and Constance, anxious herself
to say no more at the present time,
not until she had recovered her full
powers of reasoning, arose to go.
You know best. l am tired, but
you will come again, Constance.
What, are you going without saying
Goodbye"
"Good-by," said Constance, family.
good-by. Come here ana will show you
how and a roguish look came into
his eyes that made her almost cry out,
it was so like Vane's. She hesitated
as if about to comply, but she did
not.
No, no, you forget, l can't, l must
not" and she swiftly left the room,
but returned in a moment, to say in
hurried accents, Il cannot come here
again if you ask me to kiss you, or
say anything to me about it. No one
thinks you are my husband. You will
have to prove it"
Very we'll" he said, bitterly; but
at least l can see the children"
Il don't know; perhaps So and
Constance would have fed to her own
home had not Mrs. Fry come to her
side and clutched at her dress.
What does it mean, dearie, what
does it all mean"
What do you think" asked Con
stance, piteously.
Il know what other folks will think
They will say it is all sham. Tha,
he wants to git you himself away
from the other one, and he didn t
know no other way"
There was a vein of shrewd corn-
nonsense about all this that i'm
pressed Constance. Still the futility
of such an attempt. if it was as she
said, struck her as forcibly.
1T doesn't seem as if any man IN
his senses would do such thing"
mo, it don't; but there's queer
works in the world, an you know an
| know Edes want never jest like
other folks. If it want for his hair,
an if the other one hadn't come back,
il wouldn't seem so strange, for sence
he has been sick I've noticed now and
then look like your husband"
You have?
Yes. l have; but he don't look half
so much like him as the other one
does. He is the exact picture, now,
amt he?"
Yes. Oh, it seems as if l should go
Wild" and Constance looked about
her for a moment, as if really seeking
an opportunity to fly from her per-
plexities. Mrs. Fry strove to comfort
her.
at will all come out right without
you an me meddlin'. Jest let it right
itself, | say. If this one is your hus-
band it will be proved, and if t'other
one is, why, that will be proved, too.
1t is a matter that will have to be
settled by folks that knows, an mebbe
one of 'em will have to be clapped into
a 'sylum. Anyway, dearie, don't you
fret You keep on dom right as you
have done; keep EN- both at a dis
lance till it's all settled"
Would l better go to the hotel to
stay?"
Talk with your uncle. first"
ooh, he is all for"
1.-THE other one; yes, l know. Wall,
wait awhile" And so comforted by
the good creatures counsel, Constance
went home.
ITO be continued.)