The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1909-04-30
Through a
WOn1an'S Heart.
By Sidney Warwick.
CHAPTER xlx-(continued.)

well, you see, found l was max
Ing too much money elsewhere, so
thought I'd come back to the old
suv'nor," explained Joe, airily. mo
fear of that with him, you know"
Mrs. Chatterton turned purple with
suppressed indignation, Miss Peggy
Chatterton laughed-a very pretty and
charming laugh it was-and Mr.. Chat
terton glared at the speaker, for mo-
ment speechless.
"Sir, if you would try to be little
more funny on the stage, where pay
you adequately to be funny, and a lit
tie less funny off, where your face
tiousness is invariably ill-t;med, no
one would be sorry, Mr.. Grisson," he
said, witheringly, in his best ore ro-
tundo manner.
And then Mrs. Kirby had to inter-
vene as reacemaller.
Supper over, the party drew round
the fire and talked lazily, whilst the
rising wind beat against the windows.
occasionally mounting to scream
about the angles of the old inn, only
emphasizing the peace and cosiness
within. The talk soon became profess
sional; stories of incidents on tour,
the latest anecdote about the newest
theatrical celebrity, the prospects of
their visit to Lendal. Jack Craig sat,
scarcely joining in the talk, slnc-,ing
and staring at the fire from his cor
ner of the halfcircular oak settle.
: 1t was queer new world, of new
customs and ways, into which he had
found himself plunged so unexpected
ly; but he liked it. The life was full
of variety, full of hard work that left
him little time for brooding; and he
liked his fellow members in the COM
pany, who had from the first made
him feeel one of themselves, in true
Bohemian fashion, on the strength of
Joes introduction Of him as "one of
the BEST without any curiosity
manifested, at any rate-as to his an
tedents.
A novel, interesting life to a man
brought up as Lathom had been, and
he felt uncommonly grateful to Girls
son and Monty; but it was not to be
wondered at if he sometimes had hi;
black moods of depression, when he
wondered what was to be the end of
1t. This rowing Bohemian life was
pleasant enough for awi1ile-for a
change-but when would he be able
to resume his own position again-go
back to the girl lie loved? Would the
mystery of Philip Eume's death ever
be solved? There were times when
the seeming hopelessness Of it struck
upon him.
He had not written to Hilda. The
fear of the letter falling into other
hands deferred him. Even though he
were to suppress his address. the post
mark on the letter might give the po-
lice a clue. For that reason he had
written to no one, not even to his
friend Freddy Thornton, on whom, no
doubt, the police were keeping
watchful eye.
He had been afraid that Freddy
might get into trouble, in view of the
latter's reckless share in his escape:
and he had been relieved to see no
hint of it in the newspapers that he
had scanned eagerly. The fact was
the police had their suspicious, but
had no proof. There was only the
BARRIERS assertion that in the dusk he
had seen car which he believed to
be Mr.. Thornton's; the police had
overhauled Freddy's motor car, to find
its owner the sole occupant pro-
testing and virtuously indignant own
er at being stopped. The police still
had their suspicious, but not enough
proof to go on, and so Freddy had not
suffered for his reckless law breaking
fact which was a relief to the man
he had helped.
Faced by a future that seemed blank
and hopeless, Jack Lathom sometimes
wondered whether that fight into
which Freddy Thornton had persu-
AIDED him almost in spite of himself
had not been a mistake-this flight
that cut him of from his friends. from
Hilda-whether it would not have
been better to face the trial. Perhaps
1t was the sight of the girl on horse
back that night. who had reminded
him Of Hilda, that brought these
thoughts as he sat smoking medita-
lively and looking into fire. Almost
unconsciously he gave sigh.
rs it so bad as that, Craig?" broke
in Joe, banteringly. Il believe you're
in love, old chaplin love at first sight
with that girl you were so polite to-
Miss Strangways."
$50 that was why you were so lone
coming-I didn't know you'd been en-
countering ladies' on the road" cried
Peggy Chatterton. quickly, looking
sharply across at Jack. And Joe
laughed as he saw the look. It was
rather Jealous CLEAN, which afford
ed him a malicious enjoyment; for BIZ
suspected that Peggy who had showr
herself so tickle and heartless toward.
innumerabl eadmirers in her father.
conpsny. was no longer. heart-wholt
since Jack Craig had joined the tour
and he proceeded to give a highly