Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1907-01-29
NUMBER S.

magnificent girl like that. Jack;
swear you don't. DO you remember
your last words to her!'
YES" answered Drysdale, with o
sudden flushing Of the cheeks. And
she deserved them. She got Inc out OF
the Louse and spent the evening with
Tremaine. 1t was an Indirect way OF
telling me that she was tired OF me.
I'd suspected 1t before"
Godfrey looked at him pityingly.
Really, Jack" he said. I'm half
inclined to think the cOrOner's right
In his theory, after ALL"
"What Is his theory?'
"He thinks you're crazy"
Drysdale laughed little, mirthless
laugh.
perhaps he's right" he said.
you'll be sure Of 1t In few min
utes. It's incOnceivable that any man
in his right mind should suspect a girl
like Miss Croydon Of such q thing"
Drysdale turned to him with eyes
bright with emotion.
"See here, Jini," he said, you've had
your fun; you've tormented me long
enough. Do you mean that Miss Croy-
don didn't write the noteY
II mean just that"
"Then who didY"
"Tremainc"
The word brought Drysdale to Ills
feet like thunder clap.
"Do you mean," he demanded, grip.
ping his hands tight behind him, that
Tremaine V Ote the note and placed II
In my room in order to get me out Of
the house;"
81 do"
"And that Miss Croydon knew moth.
ing about iti'
Not thing She was waiting for
you I'm the house. She thought you'd
deliberately broken an appointment
you'd made with her"
Drysdale ground his teeth together
and struck himself savage blow In
the chest
Good God" he groaned. What q
fool! What a perfect, muckle headed
foolw
"Go on" laughed Godfrey. "Do 1t
again - sackcloth and ashes; you de-
serve it all"
observe it! Do you think she'll
ever forgive me|
II shouldn't II were in her place"
Godfrey assured lin. "Pd think my
self well rid Of you. l shouldn't want
to marry an idiot"
Drysdale cursed dsmally to himself.
"Still." Godfrey added, there's no
accounting for the whims OF wOmen-
there's 10 telling what they'll ID. May
be, after this. you'll come nearer appre-
cIating her rs she deserves"
"ApprcciGting herr
"You don't seem to have any curios-
ity rs to how we're going to save that
precious neck OF yours" Godfrey OBJ
served.
"Oh. damn my neck! What do I
care? Godfrey, I've got TO see her
right away. I've got to get down on
my knees-crawl in the DUST
That's It," nodded Godfrey APPROX
ingly. you've caught the idea. You
ought to feel like an inSe"t-a par,!cu.
larly small one. But hardly believe
the jailer will release you OH your
own recognizance. Maybe tomorrow,
after the inquest. II everything goes
we'll
"Oh, tomorrow he hanged! I've got
to see her right away. JIM Isn't there
any wayT'
He was pacing furiouSly I'm and down
the cell. biting his nails, tearing his
hair. Could Tremaine Lave seen him
then he might have modified his esti-
mate Of him.
There's no way" said G. jdfrey. ''un.
less Miss Croydon herself Should com
NIT the inconceivaLla folly-bello,
who's thatT
The outer door had been flung crash
ing back. There came Il rush Of feet
down the corridor 'ish Of skirts.
Grace.
1t was Drysdalc's voice aud he stood
there like man struck suddenly TO
stone
And she? turned :: little giddy as
| looked at her. at the shining eyes. ut
the quivering, smiling lips.
Godfrey had sprung instantly to his
feet.
Come. Lester he said. In a voice
cary gentle. as the jaiier opened the
| call door. I'VE must catch CIR traih'
we've business In New io.A.
Perhaps it was only my fancy that
his step was not wholly steady MS We
went before me down the corridor.
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