Los Angeles herald., 1909-05-16
The White Kid Glove
Continued from Page Thirteen

to say the best of it, was unamlaDle.
The discovery came as a shock to him,
and Gwendolen, without knowing 1t,
took a long step down from the
pedestal upon which she had supposed
herself securely placed in his estlma-
ton. After that discovery Raymond
sought for opportunities to deepen his
acquaintance with the lonely girl
whose pathetic face haunted his dreams
still, but it seemed that Dorothy as in
tentionally avoided him. There began
to awake in him sense of pique
that strengthened his determination I"
break through the barrier which she
appeared to think must exist between
them.
Meanwhile, Mrs Marston, who was
not quite blind to the state of AFFAIRS
gave vent to her i'll humor by discover
ing that Miss Forsythe was utterly
lacking in the qualifications necessary
to a governess-a fact which she I'M
pressed upon Raymond so frequently
and emphatically that he began to Won
der when the inevitable climax OF
Dorothys dismissal would arrive. His
heart swelled with indignation as he
heard the cold repellant voice of his
hostess when she spoke of Dorothy
His chivalrous nature rose in arms. He
longed to champion the lonely girl, but
feared to make matters worse by eX-
hibiting his anger. His opportunity ar
rived, however, in a startling manner
before many days.
Upon calling at the Marston's one
morning he found the family in what
might be termed a moral uproar.
Gwendolen was reclining upon couch,
weeping violently while Mrs. Marston'
flushed with anger, was endeaVorlng TO
make herself heard above the half
hysterical sobs.
do be quiet, Gwen!' she was saying;
What is the use of making yourself
ill?"
ST can't help it, mammal" Gwen sob
bed out. 1.-THE governesses are making
us a perfect laughing stock. And we
can't let this pass-it wouldn't be
moral We've had thief in the house
before"
Raymond started violently at the
word. His eyes Travelled swiftly over to
Dorothy, standing waXen white in the
center of the room, the only silent fig
ure in the group. InstinctiVely he step
ped over to the trembling girl, who
stood supporting herself by the back
of a chair.
asked. what does it mean?"
Though he asked the question, he
thought he knew what the reply would
be. OF course some mischief maker had
raked up the old story of the jewelry
theft confided to him by Mrs. Forsythe
But the terror which lay under the
imploring look that Dorothy flashed up
on him increased the misgiving already
awakening in him.
ooh, will you believe me?' she eX-
claimed, in a strained, high-pitched
voice. 'I cannot convince them. I have
not taken it! I have not seen it," Her
voice broke. She covered her face with
her hands and burst into tears.
Raymond turned to Gwendolen, who
sat with curling lips, evidently i'll
pleased with his concern over the af-
fair.
"What is it?" he asked impatiently.
What is it all about?"
Mrs. Marston broke in irritably "It
is a great fuss about a small matter.
The ring was a valuable one, but 1t
isn't worth all this upset. 1t is a dia-
mond ring of Ovens. 1t has disap-
peared and Gwen is certain Miss For
sythe knows something about it."
"A ring!" he repeated incredulously,
while his heart leaped with the sudden
shock. "Surely you don't accuse Miss
Forsythe of stealing a paltry ring?"
Gwendolen began to cry again with
veXation. you're horribly unjust"
she sobbed you're quite angry with
us. What are we to do? It's disagree
able enough for us. The ring is gone
and nobody but Miss Forsythe has been
near it. I caught her prying into my
jewel case only the day before I missed
it,
Dorothy withdrew her face from her
trembling hands, flashing look of hot
anger at her accuser.
"How dare you!" she cried. "How
dare you accuse me of a mean theft
when you have no proof of it," The