The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1907-06-13
THE CHARITY GIRL
By EFFIE A. ROWLANDS
CHAPTER xxx.
By EFFE A. ROWLANDS


Mrs. Thorngate caught at the girls
hand and would have spoken, but Au-
drey swiftly loosened her hold, gave her
one smile, and then was gone, leaving
only the fragrant scent of her garments
and the divine elements of peace and
gratitude behind her.
Quickly as she walked, Audrey was
some time before she reached Craiglands.
She turned to the stables first, and gave
orders that her small brougham should
be prepared at once. Then she quietly
entered the house and went to her own
room. Eliza was there, arranging her
she was going out again at once.
Tell Miss Thwait not to be alarmed
I shall be home in an hour" she said
Her sight was blurred and misty as
she opened her jewel case and took out
a packet of notes-bank notes forwarded
to her by Mr.. Sampson duly according to
Jacks written orders, and never touched.
Andrew secured the notes in an envel-
ope, put them into her muff and, leaving
her room, went very quietly down the
way she had come, just as Jean, her
great joy, ran once more into Audrey's
chamber to find her and bid her come
down as soon as possible.
Eliza repeated the message she had
been given and Jeans face fell, while
something of alarm came into her ex-
preston.
Can she know. and have gone away to
escape" Her murmur was unfin.
ished, for as she came out of the room
an eager hand caught hers and an almost
choked voice muttered:
We'll, does she know-my darling"
Audrey has gone out again, Lord
Iverne. Her maid says she has this in
slant gone out. IL don't understand
Jacks hand dropped from its hold.
II do he said. with bitterness pass
ing all words. "She has heard of my sud
den arrival, and she has gone away t.
avoid me. Will she never forgive me-?
''Oh, this is nonsensel You are nerv
GUS" Jean was beginning, when Jaci
broke in fercely:
But she shall not CO. She is my wife
bound to me by her own words and VOW
have wronged her, but 1 have repent
ed, heaven knowsI She shall hear me
will follow. She cannot have gone far
Forgive me, Miss Thwait, if 1 am rude Oh
unkind, but my case is desperate. How
do we know she Is not running ava,
again? No; 1 must not stay here pratt
ing; must follow her, and | will 7
He turned away, but looked back, implor
ingly- Keep my mother in ignorance til
till you hear from me-"
Jean had no time to utter protest D
remark, for he was gone. Down tn
stairs, three at a time, as he used Il
| race in his boyish days, Jack rushed
his bronzed, handsome face pale with agi
tation, longing and apprehension, ans
as he came to the entrance he caught ,
CLEAN of carriage lamps disappearing il
the distance.
(Which way did her ladyship go?" h
asked Martin, CURLY.
Il heard her say to the edge of tn
Dinglewood grounds, my lord, and thel
to wait for her there"
Martin looked troubled he did, no
know what to make of all that had hap
| pened of late.
Jack pushed his hat over his eyes, an,
without another word strobe out into tn
snow and darkness. His brain was reel
ing: h scarcely knew what thoughts fill
ed his mind, save that beyond, in the dis
lance, was Audrey, his lovely girl-wife
whom for brief time he had doubted
but who now shone forth with ever
stronger rays as jewel above price
And she would not see him, She shun
ned him She would not forgive.
The brougham rolled slowly on; tn
man stole rapidly behind it. At las
they reached a spot Mrs. Thorngate ha,
described to Audrey as Rochfort's hidin,
place. Audrey stopped the carriage an,
got out.
Jacks heart throbbed with love ant
agitation as he caught a glimpse of he
lovely face beneath the light of lamp
She was speaking to the coachman, blu
he could not hear what she said. Thel
she turned and walked into the grounds
Jack quickened his steps and followe,
her; sense of uneasiness came upol
him. What was she doing here? Sh
reached a path Mrs. Thorngate had spok
en- of. Here she stopped. Jack stoo'
still also. He was about a dozen yard
from her, but he had drawn into tn
shade, and could not be seen.