Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-07-13

her that she could have touched Il. peer
ing in at her from the darkness, wGs
the white face of Justin Formanl She
sat motionless, gazing before her as II
fascinated. For a moment his eyes met
hers, world of reproach in their depths,
then he moved quickly away and was
lost in the shadows beyond.
The spell was broken, and with a
hoarse cry Patricia sprang to her feet.
Stonor, whose back was towards tbs
glass, stood before her defiantly.
you are going to tell me"
Sire thrust him aside.
Il have nothing to say to you except
that l hate you. My husband is here
l must 60 to him!"
With startled exclamation Stonor
fell back.
your husband." he cried
Hastily throwing open the glass door
leading on to the terrace. Patricia hur-
ried out. In the distance various couples
were promenading about, but not a sign
of Forman could she see.
She ran down the terrace steps.
"Justin!" she cried softly. Justinl"
But, though she strained both eyes and
ears as she listened, she could catch no
answer, only the rustling of the leaves.
She moved farther away, in and out
of a maze of intricate paths winding be-
tween tall shrubs Surely, she thought,
Justin must be near her; in minute she
would find him and explain Suddenly
the stiffness was broken. the sound of a
shot rang out through the air; there was
hoarse cry, and all was silent again.
But the cry had reached the ballroom,
and while Patricia stood shivering, with
a vague presentiment of evil, people came
hurriedly on the terrace. A moment
more and the shrubbery was alive with
lights; then there was Il mans quick eX-
clamation, suddenly suppressed and it
seemed to Patricia that all the lights
seemed to focus themselves upon a spot
short distance from where she stood.
Catching at the shrubs as she passed,
she made her way thither; in a little
natural clearing in the underwood sew
eral men were gathered round some OBJ
ject lying on the ground.
"Who-what was it?' she asked one
of the under foot;Jen.
"rm afraid it looks like murder,
ma'am," he stammered.
"Who is it,
81 don't rightly know his name, ma'am,
but it is one of the gentlemen staying at
the Court"
One of the gentlemen staying at the
Court! A great weight rolled from Pa
tricias spirits; she breathed more freely
You are sure?" she asked
The man looked puzzled.
Sure? Yes, ma'am. They are saying
he has been killed through jealousy or
something"
Patricias premonition of evil deepened
her cheeks banched. There was move
ment, and an authoritative voice called
OUT
"Stand aside; let the doctor pass,
pleased"
As the group divided Patricia peered
forward anxiously. the light fell on the
white dress. and voice exclaimed:
Mrs. Forman, you ought not to be
here Let me take you in,' and Mr.. IRE
vorra came quickly towards her.
what is it," she asked hoarsely. 81
don't understand"
Mr.. Trevorra mopped his brow with
his handkerchief.
! 81 don't understand it myself, my
dear madam; / don't understand it at
all. But Pm afraid it is all up with
/ MIN, dlu IL > u ttiIibie bIAiiS W iAspiSn
on ones own ground. Poor Stonor!"
"Who?" Patricia's cry interrupted him.
''Who-what name did you say?"
He looked at her in some surprise.
"Why, Stonor-Sir Wilfred Stonor!
thought you knew"
Patricia put her hand to her head.
"Sir Wilfred Stonorl" she repeated
duly "And he, has been hurt-shot Z"
"He has been killed, Pm very much
afraid, poor chap" Mr.. Trevorra replied.
"Of course we shall hear what the doctor
says, but l have no hope myself. One
can see it is no use"
| Patricia stared at him with wide-open,
| terrified eyes.
you mean that Sir Wilfred Stonor is
| dead!' she repeated.
Her host nodded gravely.
| "I'm afraid So" he said.
| "But he can't bet is some mistake"
Patricia said wildly. why, it is only a
| few minutes since he was dancing with
me; we were afterwards sitting out to-
gether in the conservatory"
"Ay, was he indeedl" Mr.. TrevorTa
CALCULATED well, that was his last
dance, my dear lady. Cut off in q mo-
ment, so to speak. Poor Stonor, it's a
J bad iob And as for the villain who did
| it-But, Mrs. Forman, you can do no
good here, GENE away"
But Patricia drew herself away.
TO RE- CONTINUED.