The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1907-04-19


The burly keeper appeared In the doorway.
Here is the thief whose confederates are
below Are you all right down there?' 49,.
IAN right, SIR responded the Keeper with
Now, then, Jensen, look at this woman:
Take good look at her. You see we cangg u.
You bet l would" affirmed the burly Eel
Remember she is the thief you saw, in
i ask you to look at this degraded woman,
that you also may be witness If occasion
s sraS1e her rudeS by the wrist and jerked
her forward the better to meet my gaze.
Her dazed eyes stared into mine, then
cleared and grew bright. She jerked her mana
away and drew herself to her full height. 80,
You lie,' she exclaimed, passionateiy. i
am no thief, butt, ah-Hamilton Glencoe you
She turned to me. Her voice sank to pain
Il ask you to believe me. Circumstances
are against me, but l am the yic annea 81 "a
W | stood undecided, in agony.
of Glencoe, very theatrical. Well done for
a common thief"
saw the diabocal fury in his fac face a Pallsd
leaped up in me full grown turned to
those piteous, honest eyes. -, TO- n
There is mistake, l cried, or wrong
here. VI-believe in you"
Tears filled her eyes, "Then you must
know. / thought this man gone from Glen
and forced my way ba intS See my this
house | have seen her, but not closet;
enough to speak to her. If ! could talk with
evil mans influence. He has wife; my
sister can never hope to marry nlm for
three years have tried, place after place
"a lie," cried Glencoe sayagely, and struck Sk
her fair across the face. She staggered anu
/ caught her In my arms.
''I'il kill you for that / screamed, and
choked with sob Of fury as l saw the mark
In that moment the door burst open.
woman, very fair and small, stood there; Her
dress was disordered, her wrists were Dieed-
ing and blood was on her mouth.
ELISE" she cried with voice Of shame
and longing, as she put her arm around the
They kissed and sobbed, murmuring fond,
inarticulate words. Then the newcomer
turned and spoke to the master OF Glencoe;
fell into the trap. All, Hamilton, Is the game
worth the candle? l am sick-sick Oh such
a life"
I've tried to accomplish for three years.
Dear, our dead mother
Eyes, dead She died knowing the truth
abont YOUR life With her last breath she
sent love and forgiveness If you would
leave"
Leave Hamilton Glencoe. o, Elise, If
only could" She turned her burning eyes on
Glencoe. That man is devil she breatheo
slowly he possesses suSn pt t his feet ike
dog Zee this ~ She slipped up her sleeve
ami Showed on her arm great bruise.
know" broke in Glencoe And you, Mr..
Chatterton, If you value your neck you'd bet
ter keep silent about this"
"I'Il settle with you" cried bitterly. iii
kill you as sure as there's God"
Annette Archer stepped before me ana
looked me searchingly in the eyes; NY dear lea,
sister is as pure as an angel, she SAID SOL
Gha naQdc n
Il am her friend and servant, II may be-,
/ replied, and taking Elise's hand kissed 1t
Annette turned to her sister.
ELISE he Dragged to me of his plot to dis,
grace and ruin you; once, Win ane aia o OF
YOU were the accomplice of burglars, lootng
the house. he could coerce you and cause you
to cease trying to r see me Won weited nsbt
after night You thought he was gone away
He wished you so to think, rigntIy guessing
that you would try to enter the house."
She wiped the blood from her bruised and
pitifully trembling mouth.
"Ah, these weary, weary years, nave
lOnged yet dreaded to go to y0S si and nm nm
worthy-but I love him: think OF all the
main YOU have endured, my sister OF the
shame and misery l have caused our moth
BEFORE we guessed her maddened intention,
a shot startled the air she staggered blindly
and fell. the revolver falling from ner neip-
great cry Of anguish, hardly human,
leaned from the throat of the master OF Glen
coe' He threw himself beside her, beseeching
her to speak, entreating us to help; tor
rent of agonized and incoherent words
pushed from his lips. But the woman who
had loved not wisely but too we'll was quite
dead
Elise spoke Her face was deathly pale, her
voice wonderfully calm.
sis II possible Hamilton Glencoe. that you
loved herr And yet you could see her soul
damned Annette, 1t is better as Il Is Dear,