The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1907-07-29

tiveness the next day. as | witnessed
the alances which from time to time
passed between this father and daugh
ter glnnces full Of doubt aud question
on both sides. but not exactly such
doubt or such question as my sus
picions called for or go ! thought
and spent another day or two hesitat-
Ing very much over my duty. when,
coming unexpectedly upon Mr. Grey
one evening. I felt an my doubts re-
viye in view of the extraordinary eX-
preston of dread ! might with still
greater tcuth say fear which Informed
his featute, and made them 20 my
unaccusto ntd eyes, almost unrccognlz-
able.
He was sitting at his desk n reyerle
over some papers which he seemed
not TO have touched for hours, and
when, at some movement ! made, he
started up aud met my eye, could
swear that his check was pale, the
firm carriage OF his body shaken. and
the whole man victim TO some strong
and secret apprehension he yanly
sought b hide. When | venturcd 70
tell him what | wanted, he made an
effort anu pulled himself together, but
had seen him with his mask off and
his usually calm visage and self pos
sessed mien could not again deceive
me-
My duties kept me mainly at Miss
Greys bedside. but | had been proyid-
ed with a little room across the hall,
and 10 this room retired very soon
after this for rest and necessary
understanding with myself
For, il spite OF this experience and
my now settled convictions, my pur-
pose required whettlng. The indescrib-
able charm the extreme refinement
and nobility of manner observable Ia
| both Mr.. Grey and his daughter were
producing their effect l felt guilty
constrained. Whatever my convictions,
the impetus to act was leaving me.
How could recover It? BY thinking
of Arson Durand aud his present dis
graceful position.
Arson Durand! oh, how the feeling
surged up in my breast as that name
slipped from my lips on crossing the
! threshold Of my little room. Anson
! Durand whom ] believed innocent,
whom | loved. but whom | was betray
/ ing with every moment OF hesitation in
which / allowed myself to indulgel
What IL the Hon. Mr.. Grey is an
eminent statesman. a dlgnlied scholar.
/ ly, and TO all appearance, hlghminded
man? What II my patient is sweet
dove eyed ara afreciionatel Had not
.,-,-.s.t qualities as excellent in their
wav. right tain. and a hold upon
myself superior 10 aus which
another might advance Driving a
much crunr!ed little note from my
pocket, | eagerly read st. II was The
only one l had OF his writing the only
letter he had ever written me l had
already reread it a hundred times, but
as | once more repeated TO myself IFS
well llnOwn lines, felt my heart grow
strong and fixed in the determination
which had brought me into this family
Restoring the letter TO rs place,
opened my gripsack aud from its in
most recesscs drew forth an object
which had no sooner In hand than ,
natural sense of disquietude led me tC
glance apprehensivey, first at the door
then at the window, though / lac
locked the one and shaded the other
It seemed as il some other eye besides
my own must be gazing at what / hcl,
so glngerly in hand; that the walll
were watching me, il nothing else, ani
the sensation TINS produced was 81
exactly like that ct guilt (or what
Imagined TO be gtlltl, that I was force'
to repeat once more To myself that
was not a good mans overthrow
sought, or even a bad mans immunit,
from punishment. but the truth the all
E solute truth No name could equa
that which / should feel IT, 10y an
r overdelicacy now, ! failed 20 save th
e man who trusted me
Tao article which I held have yo
e guessed it?-was the stiletto wit
which Mrs Fairbrother had been xii
? Ell. 1t had been intrus.ed 10 me b
} the police for a definite purpose. I'll
!. time for testing that purpose had com'
2 or SO nearly come. that ! felt ] mus
! be thinking about the peeessary way
< and means
!. Unwinding the folds Of tissue paps
; in which the stietto was wrapped.