Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1908-06-26
When Truth and Love Prevailed
BY Author IA Han Of Many "The Magical Gsrdsne
"Ehe Mischief Phyllis Made" by ceias Charms" Etc.

e. III dAu lcAFe you ike LnlS-ln an
empty house too, where there are no
time"
I'VE can go and explore the garden
Tor one thing, and sit and talk under its
one Dig tree. You forget, Lance" added
MISS Faith, "women-where two or more
OF them are together-always have one
untaihng resource-their tongues. And
Ior my own part don't think men are
tar behind them"
Well, don't stay out there after dusk
begins to close in if by any unfortunate
chance Lynthwaite keeps me so long. If
| don't find you here l shall 60 on to
Ingleside"
But the evenings are long in early
June, and when the weather is Mt all
propitiously inclined warmth and dav-
hight and even sunshine linger as though
striving to dispel right ana darkness
altogether; so though Lance Heriot was
detained in Mr.. yynthwaitc's private
room for more than an hour Shirley was
sun patiently pacing the garden paths
when he once more came in sight. walk
ing quickly in his anxiety to reioin her.
yet not with that firm buoyancy of step
and easy carriage of head that was
characteristic of him. Shirley-her eve
trained to keenness by her love and
long knowledge of him,-was quick to
notice the difference; and when he raised
his head and she saw the gravity of his
lace she uttered low cry of concern
and went swiftly to the gate to meet
him.
Lance, what is it9 There is some.
| thlng wrong-1 feel sure of it."
He took her hands between his own
and held them in close, firm pressure.
saying nothing until he had re-entered
the. garden. Then, leaving the gate to
SWING to behind them, he drew her into
the cool, dusky shadows of the wis
terra covered veranda.
Shirley, where's Aunt Faith9"
Shes round at the back of the house
cutting roses to take home-ours are
not In bloom yet, and Aunt Faith so
loves roses. But, Lance, Lance, what is
nF What has Mr.. Lynthwaite been
sayingi"
Not much dear, as words 90. It's
fear of the thought that might have
been underlying them that makes me
turn coward. And yet after all | NAV
be alarming myself needlessly. and wor.
rying you without the ghost of cause
What a thoughtless brute | ami" he
added, stirred to conjunction by the
sight of her anxious face.
4 Lance, you don't surely mean that
Mr.. Lynthwaite may want you t.
leave?'
"No"-rather slowly, and with his
eyes turned absently towards the sunset
hor1son-"I don't mean that--not, that
rs to say, in the sense you mean it. AND
yet, Shirley, you told me once that yor
thought it disloyal and unfair of a mar
/, not to let his wife, or the woman whC
is to be his wife some day, share hi4
every hope and fear. Did you mean it
Do you want me to tell you why Mr.
Lynthwaite sent for NEWLY nv Ions
talk with him has left me depressed
and anxious?"
Il want you to tell me everything
} said Shirley, her clear, truthful eyes
looking straight into his. 4Tf it's 8
} cloud that overshadows us now and vel
, passes over so much the better; but il
it doesn't pass-if it's the forerunnel
: of a storm that will presently break
, over our heads-then don't you see
| Lance-don't you see, dear, it viii harm
us less If we're prepared to meet 1t thar
, If 1t burst at an unguarded moment
and took us unawares 7"
"Well, then, something horribly un
. pleasant has happened at the ofiice,'' he
began reluctant still to lay upon hel
shoulders any share of the burden Of
misgiving that within the last hour hat
J begun to weigh so heavily on his own
/ while Mr.. Lynthwaite was out today
, his pass book and Cancelled cheques were
sent up from the bank-he came in anC
went into his private room Just as
| was leaving this afternoon-and on lock.
ing them through casually before lock
ing them in his drawer and leaving the
Office for the day he found amongst them
one which he declares he never signed ;
"a forgery" Shirley went white tc
the lips.
"Aye, forgery! So palpable one
; consider, that to me it's a mystery how
| the bank ever cashed the eheque. How
ever, it was cashed; and now comes the
inevitable inquiry"
"And whom do they--does Mr.. Lynth
waite suspect 2" Even to herself Shir
| ley's voice sounded strained and unnat
, ural. She too was now gazing out upon
the world of sunset and shadow with
, dull, unseeing eyes, afraid to look al
Lance lest she might read the answeI
: all too quickly in his troubled face
: Whom do they suspect ?" she asked
again when the silence remained un
broken. lance, not you, dear-surely
not You? Mr.. Lynthwaite-all of them
, must know You better than to suspect
you of thing like that
Hush, hush Towering with his owl
} the trembling hands that she had linked
J above his shoulder. "Iynthwaite hasn't
said in so many wards that he suspects
me. That's why / said just now that
/ may be soaring myself without cause
But yet, though things may smooth
! themselves out eventually, I shouldn't
wonder if there's trouble in store, and
if for time suspicion doesn't rest large
ly on me-"
"But why on you-on you, Lance
Heriot, of all men ?''-raising her head
} and looking into his eyes with dignity
and fearless confidence that stayed or
, his lips the question he was about to
: ask-of her own trust and belief in him
No need TO put such a question as that