Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-10-29
CHAPTER XIII.
Flight.

In the alcove the girl waited. torn
in the throes of incipient hysteria: at
first too weak from reaction and re-
vulsion OF feeling to do anything other
than lean heavily against the -all and
fight with all her strength and will
against this crawling, shuddering.
creeping horror Of nerves, that threat
ened alike her selfcontrol, her con-
sciousness. and her reason.
But insensibly the tremor wore It.
self away. leaving her weary and worn
but mistress of her thoughts and ac-
tions. And she dropped with gratitude
into chair, bending an ear attentive
to the war OF words being waged in
the room beyond the portieres.
At first, however, she failed to grasp
the import II the alteration. And
when in time she understood its trend
II was with increduitt4. resentment
and a dawning dread lest worse
thing might yet befall her, worse by
far than aught that had gone before.
But to be deprived Of his protection,
to feel herself forcibly restrained from
the shelter of his generous care!
A moment gone she had been so
sure that all would now be we'll with
her, once Maitland succeeded in rid
ding himself OF the police. He would
shut the door and--and then she would
come forth and tell him. tell him
everything. and, withholding naught
that damned her in her own esteem.
throw herself upon his mercy, bruised
with penitence but serene in the as
surance that he would prove kind
She had such faith In his tender
and gentle kindness now She
had OWNED so clearly the motive that
had permitted Anisty's escape in or
der that she might be saved, not alone
from Anisty, not alone from the shame
Of imprisonment, but from herself a.
well-from herself as Maitland knew
her The burglar out Of the way, by
ruse, evasion, or subterfuge she would
be secreted from the prying Of the po-
lice, smuggled out Of the house and
taken to place Of safety, given
new chance to redeem herself, to clean
her hands of the mire Of theft, to be-
come worthy Of the womanhcod that
was hers.
But now-she thrust hnger-nails
cruelty into her soft palms, striving
to contain herself and keep her tongue
from crying aloud to those three
brutal. blind men the truth; that she
was guilty Of the robbery, she with
Anisty; that Maitland was-Maitland
q word synonymous with man Of
honor"
In the beginning. indeed, all that re-
strained her from doing so was her
knowledge that Maitland would be
more panied by her sacrifice than glad
dened or relieved. He was SO sure OF
clearing himself. . II was in
conceivable to her that there could be
men so stupid and crassly unobserv-
ant as to be able to confuse the iden-
tity of the two men for a single in
slant. What though they did resemble
each other in form and feature? The
likeness went no deeper: below the
surface, and rising through it with
every word and look and gesture, lay
q worldwide gulf of difference in
every shade of thought, feeling, and
instinct
She herself could never again be de-
never! Not for second
could she mistake the one for the |
other. What were they saying? |
The turmoil Of her indignation sub
sided as she listened, breathlessly. to
Maitland's story of his adventures; |
and the Joy. that leaped in her for his