The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1907-04-05

Oh, TcleNllcSSly, ueT race growing COlQet
and harder with every word. Hear me
through, and then decide for yourself
Let no opinion of mine bias your judy
ment. stood there a moment longer
and then, when suspended volition
came back to me, fled from the place
Margie, words cannot express to you
my distress. my bitter, burning an.
guish! 1t was like to madness! But
sooner than have divulged my suspic-
ions, I would have killed myself! For
I loved Archer Trevlyn with a depth
and fervor which your cool nature has
no conception of. love him still,
though I feel convinced. from the bot
tom of my soul, that he is murderer
Her cheeks grew brilliant as red
roses, her eyes sparkled like stars.
Margie looked into the bewildering.s
beautiful face with suspended breath.
The woman's passionate presence
scorched her; she could not be herself,
with those eyes of fire blazing down in.
to hers.
Alexandrine resumed. 81 am wasting
time. Let me hurry on to the end. or
your lover will be here before finish. "
"My lover!" cried Margie. in a dazed
sort of way, "my lover? O yes, re-
member, Archer Trevlyn was coming
Is it nearly time for him."
Alexandrine took the shrinking. cow
ering girl by the shoulders, and lifted
her into seat.
Rouse yourself, Margie. have no:
done. want you to hear it ALL
Yes. am hearing"
1t was pitiful to see how helpless and
weak the poor child had become. All
sense of joy and sorrow seemed to have
died out Of her
II feared so much that when the
body of the murdered man should sbe
discovered. there would be some clue
which would point to the guilty party!
Such a night as I passed. while they
searched for the body! thought
should 20 mad.' She hid her face in
her hand and her figure shook like u
leaf in the autumn wind.
when the dog took us to the grave
yard. I thought would be the first in
side 1 would see if there was any
thing left on the ground to point to
the real murderer You remember tina,
I picked up something, do you note"
II do. Your glove. was it not?" :.
Yes. 1t was my glove: defy the
whole world to take it from me! ]
would die before such proof should be
brought against the man l lover. she
cried wildly. 'See here"
She drew from her bosom a kid glove,
stained and stiff with blood
"Margie, have you ever seen it be-
fore? Look here. It has been
mended; sewed with blue silk. DC
YOU remember anything about it?"
Yes: I saw you mend it at Cape
May she answered, the words forced
from her, apparently. without her voli.
ton.
You are right. He had torn it while
rowing me out, one morning. I saw
the rent and offered to repair it. He
makes his gloves wear we'll, doesn't
he?
20 don't! don't! how can You? Alex
andrine, wake me. for mercy's sake!
This is some horrible dream
II would to heaven it we're! It wouli
be happier for us all. But If you feel
any doubt about the identity of the
glove, look here" She turned back
the wrist. and there on the inside,
written in the bold characters, which
were popularity q Arch Trevlyn's
handwriting. was the name in full
Archer Trevlyn.
Margie shrank back and covered her
eyes, rs If to shut out the terrible proof.
Alexandrine returned the glove to her
bosom, and then continued:
"The handkerchief found near Mr..
IAinmere was marked with the single
letter A. Whose name begins with
that letter.
"Stop, i1nplore you! shall lose IN.
reason! am blinded cannot see!
O. if could only die, and leave it ALI"
ITO BE CONTIHUED.l
--.--..------.-------.---.---.---