The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1909-09-22
LITER AIRY M A 6 A I'm E

emotions. Then she continued in re-
strained tones: ''lne house was full of
sounds. Voices whispered all about her
The floors shook with the tread of men,
door hinges crcaked as they gently OPP
ened and closed Soft footsteps echoed
above. below, around-oh, had the house
been filed With armed men. she could
scarce have heard more. Her voice rose
as the emotions of those trying minutes
came back To her. her face flushed ana
paled. she claSped and unclnSped her i'm
gers. and her breath came in snSps Ihen
she calmed herself by n visible effort ana
heard no sound that could trace to any
living cause.
IT oNlNlY Trask had kept his eyes closely
turned them away as he considered her
words. After a brief silence, he said:
II want to understand fully about Your
flight from the house. Would You mind
going over that again:
AlysSa repeated with scarce the v;ili;-
tion of Il word the account she mad given
before her terror at the sounds III the
hall, her escape by the balcony her
lcSsiy. his eye studying Rotman's face as
she spoke. suddenly h turned his gaze
on Alyssa. and with plosive sudden
ness shot forth the ques ION:
who came along the balcony to the
window while You were in Miss Girls
.Awss. gave him a startled look, and
her lips parted in an expression OF Won
der.
dow she repeated slowly. 81 do not sec
how anybody could have done that MI
TraSk What makes you think they
did,:
'.roliceman Fogarty saw her--or posi-
bly, him, said TraSk bluntly.
'oh, Fogarty has got his directions
mixed" said Rodman.
Il think should have heard anNon'
out there" said Alyssa aonb1iuliy; "p p,,,
sounds in the hall-the cautious stirrin'
of footsteps. the breathing of some on
10y the door. was so frightened s.
intent these, that had ears for n
other sound. "
And You saw no one as YOU hcd:"
No" She spoke in Il voice low b'i
firm Il was in nervous condition
Mir. Trask. that everything in that tim
is but confused memory know
fed in terror. know that somehow
reached home-thc only haven knew.
Trask was lost for little in though
Then he rose and bent before AySsa:
Miss Eldridge, I'm obliged to you Il
Your courtesy. And Ill keep my word.
There was IL thrill of hearty feeling in h
lrnc that brought grateful look int
.NlyssaS eyes, and she offered him han'
II shudder to think of what the paper
will say" She said gently. but ] am SUI
that | shall not regret that l have talke
With YOU.
Tommy Trask bowed himself out, b,
Nodman stopped for moment
..Well" said .AySsa, facing him wit
challenging gaze. Are you satistied:
More than satisfied returned Ro
man. taking her hand
She snat ched it away from his with
: gesture of irritation
And yet. she cried in low. inten
: voice. you don't believe me-in yo
= heart You still mistrust me
! He seized her by the shoulders al
= looked with eager gaze into her eyes
Il Il lin my heart there is nothing but 60
i hdence in you.'' he returned impulsivel
j 1T is YOU who do not trust me. You n
not frank with me. There is something "
g do not tell me. Yet am sure of yo
!, and III stop at nothing to save you ]
u save You With your help, if | can get
I'll save you without it, if ] must A
if there's no other way out, III ha
". Jimmy Blunt
Resentment glowed in her eyes as
re hogan. but softer light slowed in tho
~ as he closed.
y Gilbert Rodman,' she said quick
e ''you are the hest, the worst, of m
Il don't know which. But which el
" YOU are, you are ont of my world.
y must not try to make me part of W
= life. 1t is no part of your duty to 81
~ ne. Save yourself. Go now And w
4, look of despair she sank back into
~ chair.
~ Rohman devonred her with his ey
and suddenly stopped and pressed his J
90 upon her forehead, and left the TO
without IL word.
~ In the hall below. he found Tom
IN Trask waiting for him. and the
walked into the street in silence
l.. last the reporter spoke:
~ lit would he Il great story. RoddN
I'll she told it all. My boy. that girl kno
who shot Arthur Griscom. and the l.;
u couldn't drag it out of her"
- CONTINUED Next Week.
ut Copyright 1909, by Earle Ashley Waicoto
NJ
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