The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1907-02-15

these surmises were correct, and Rose
sne she sSd am
termined that ! will find this actor who
calls himself Wilson. and see for myself
If he is my husband. can't rest now
until know the truth, however terrible
that truth may be-"
Tom Marlborough went back to London !;
he had his business to attend to- but Rose
went to the hotel and stayed in the little
town. She determined to- find out from
the company and from the aandlady of Mr..
Wilson's lodgings what kind of man this
Mr.. Wilson was
She went next day to the lodgings. The
landlady could tell her very little Might
she see the rooms? Certainly.
They were poorly furnished, dull un-
comfortable looking rooms-small parlors
divided by a folding door. They were what
is known in the. profession as theatrical
diggings,' and they changed their occu-
tenants were careful, but some were not,
and the general appearance of the. apart
ments bespoke rough usage and neglect.
Rose looked about the rooms in vain for
any sign or token by which she might know
that the last occupant had been her hus-
band. She didn't know what she had ex-
pected to find, but she had a vague idea
that she might light upon a clew in some
Finding nothing, Rose smedley began to
ask questions of the landlady. What sort
of looking man was Mr.. Wilson? How
old did he appear to be, ETC., etc. The
landlady couldn't say much about her last
ledger. She had so many coming and going
that they were pretty near all alike to
her, and she saw very little Of them. But
she did notice Mrs. Wilson; she was
very pretty, rather delicate-looking lady;
she noticed her particularly because when
she came to pay the bill and to say they
were going away, she seemed nervous and
frightened and her manner attracted attsn-
ton.
Rose felt sharp pang Of jealousy as she
listened to the landlady's description Of the
young womaln personal attractions. For
the first time ii occurred to her that even
If she traced her husband he was utterly
lost to her. This girl, who called herself
his wife, had usTped her place, and all
that was left to her now was to prove the
fact of her husbands treachery, sue for q
divorce and be free woman again.
Gradually she began to see that was what
she ought to do. Why should she spend
the rest of her life bearing the name Of a
man who had treated her so UNANIMOUSLY:
who had committed a criminal act, and left
her without word, only to come back
again after many years with another wo-
man as his companion
Yes, she had another motive in finding
John Wilson, the actor, now. Love was
dead, and revenge had taken its place.
had no clew, not a single thread to guide
her. The man had left no address at the
lodgings no one there had the slightest
idea as to where he was going when he
left.
Rose went back to the theater and saw
the manager. She explained that the Mr.
peared was, she believed, a friend Of her
family's and she was very anxious to dis
cover his whereabouts. The manager was
polite, but he knew nothing OF Wilson; he
had engaged him for the tour. which COM
menced about a month previously. Wilson
had answered an advertisement and had
applied for himself and wife.
Have you the letter." said Rose. She
thought to herself that she would recognize
the handwriting, and that would set her
doubts at rest.
The manager couldn't say; probably 1t
was destroyed; but he would look among
his papers and see. He was absent Tor
about ten minutes and then he returned ,i d..
I've found q photograph he sent with it
His photograph" cried Rose. LET me
see it; 1 shall know II at once"
He placed in Roses hands the photograph
of q young woman, and Rose looked at II
with mingled feelings of curiosity and re-
The landlady was right. The girl was
certainly pretty. There was a look OF deli
cacy and refinement in her features, and
the eyes were very large and beautiful.
May may / keep thisf" gasped Rose,
as with a deep sigh she lifted her eyes from
Certainly. if you wish it. And now I
must ask you to excuse me. We are play
ing a new piece tonight, and I'm wanted
on the stage"
Rose thanked the manager and left the
theater with the photograph Of Mrs. VIII
son in her pocket She had made up her
mind what to do. 81 shall know this wom-
an again. she said to herself, wherever
I see her, and when 1 do see her 1 shall
not be long before I find out where this
man is who passes as her husband
Five minutes after Mrs. Smedley had left
the theater gentleman arrived and sent IN
his card There were two words In the
corner which procured him instant admis-
sion. Those two words were Scotland
Yard"
rho ,vontlaran axnIained his business I'm
a few words He wanted some information
about a Mr.. Wilson, an actor in the COM
pany
why, there's just been a lady here on
the same errand," said the astonished man.
ager whats Wilson been doing?"
"a lady 80 exclaimed the Scotland yard