The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1907-06-06
CHAPTER XVII

as gently as possible had told him OF
Audrey's strange aversion TO seeing him.
1T is only a whim,' Jean said, hur-
riedly; I'VE must humor her."
That same night it was, when they
were sitting alone in the tiny dining
room, that Jack suddenly poured out the
whole miserable story into Jeans ears:
the story of that ball !; of how he had
been hoaxed into driving over to see Mr..
Benson, who had never sent for him /; of
all the horrible things he had heard about
Audrey; and, lastly. of how he had come
upon her in the summer house. with Bev-
erley Rochfort at her feet kissing her
hands.
PUT yourself in my place. and judge
as 1 judged. Do not view things as they
are now, or you will be harder upon me
than 1 deserve" he said, as he leaned
his weary, aching brow on his hand.
81 will not be hard upon you at all.
Lord John," Jean said. very gently; for
I think / should have been misled as you
were by such apparently strong circum-
spoken out to me. and / only wish Au-
drey had done the same, for then we
might have arrived at the truth
What is it you mean?" Jack asked,
looking up at her, eagerly
Il mean that now am convinced that
Willie is right, and that there was some
plot connived against you both at that
ball. l have no definite proof, only
woman's intuition to work upon. but that
shall be enough. This must be sifted.
Lord John, sifted to the very dregs.
love you both,v she continued. tears dim
ming her eyes You have been more
than good TO me. and now that Audrey's
mother is gone l feel / must be friend,
sister and mother in one. You will see
that l am right, and that you and my
dear one were both the victims of some
conspiracy. On the face of it the whole
affair is absurd. Don't you love each
other better than all the world? I shall
write TO Willie and tell him all my
doubts"
And the result of that letter was to
put Willie Fullerton on the track of
Murray. whom Jean seemed convinced
could throw some light on, the subject.
A week had gone, and Audrey was
wonderfully better; 1t was her first real
day of convalescence, and Jean was sit
ting with her, reading. Downstairs Jack
was trying to comfort himself. when sud-
denly a familiar voice accosted him, and
he found himself shaking hands with
Marshall. Marshall, grown older. and
looking very wan in her simple black for
her beloved mistress. Il somehow com-
forted Jack TO see her: she seemed to
bring back little of the sweet influence
that had surrounded Constance Fraser.
She had come direct from seeing Mr..
Fullerton, who had briefly told her all,
and she now asked to see Audrey at once.
Let me nurse her. my lord" she en-
treated; 'her, my dear's own child viii
you go up and tell her I'm here. my lord?
Perhaps I'd best not go straight without
saying"
Jacks face flushed: he hesitated; then
he rose and went out of the room. He
could not bring himself to tell Marshall
he was forbidden his wife's presence.
He vent steadily upstairs and stood
outside the door. The handle was tur
ed, and from within came the sound of a
faint, low voice. He meant to have cali
ed Jean, but the sounS of that voice
stopped him
1t was AuGrey speaking His heart
beat violently, then turned as cold az
iron in his bresst. She was speaking of
him. but how bitterly, Each word seem
ed to go through him like knife. Jean
had been pleading his cause, but he only
heard Audrey's answer.
II refuse to see him. Jean: refuse e
hear his name mentioned again. les,
yes: / know you think me a foolish
child, a fretful invalid but / am more
than this may not he very old in
years, but / have suffered as much SIS
any woman of fifty. Do you forget all
he wrote in that awful letter? Oh, Jean ,
JeanI You don't know how his words
have struck homei He says I have
cronged him, who-who-whoA''
Her voice grew choked for a moment.
but she soon mastered her emotion. NO,
Jean; there can be no friendship or kind
II feeling between us. AS he has Judged
me, so let me- live; my pride aad my
honor will support me without him. I
Il trust / shall never see him again;
shall be happier when know he is far
away. He said he was going on a tour
of the world Why does he not start
Why does he add to his former cruelty
by staying heref"
Audrey, you are unjust, you are I'M
Ike yourself; you judge your husband
most cruelty. IL you could only know
how he has suffered
Audrey broke in with hard, bitter
laugh
II see he has won your heart, Jean.
Well. We will say no more, except that |
am firm. and that if Lord John has any
pride left he will not force himself upon
me, but 90 at once"
But Jack heard no more: he did moi
know that the hard, contemptuous tone
suddenly broke with a little gasping sob
he did not see the thin, small hands cover
the white, lovely face, he did not know
that jean had slipped from her chair
and was holding Audrey's weeping form
clasped in her arms. No, he knew none
of this. for he had gone straight down
stairs, he had picked up his hat and Ill
gter, and opening the door, he had walk.
ed>out into the wind and rain, looking
~neither to the right nor the left, turning
2 bis back deliberately on all that he held
dearest in life.
Before the dawn was broken Willie
Fullerton had followed Jack Glendur.
wood up to town, but though he searched
every club, chamber or weIl-known haunt
be nowhere found the man he sought. and
when he awoke from welI-earned nights
rest, it was to read telegram from Mr.
Sampson. stating he had received one
from Jack, who had sailed the evening
before from Southampton in the Minosta
for Australia, and might be absent fol
years, perhaps forever. So after all
Sheila had been partially successful. fol
she had separated this man and wife,
1t was deputec to Jean to tell Audrey
that her husband was gone, bus she lei
two days elapse before she preached the
subject of his name. The fit of weeping
had done good rather than harm.
'If only we had him here now, al
would be as right as ninepence," the
doctor had said to Jean ON the morrow
following Jacks hurried departure.
"But he is not here, and he will not
come, SO we must think of what will be
best under the circumstances.
The young doctor had look of warm