The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1909-09-30

for advice or assistance. We grew TO
depend greatly upon her, and felt as
though we had known her always.
formally at Mrs. Graham's door was
the only indication he gave of any |
knowledge of the deplorable event |
which had shaken our little communi |
ty to its foundations, and not even |
his sister could induce him to do any |
thing more.
Hang 1t all" he said roughly. one
evening when she had urged upon him
the necessity of at least offering to be
of any assistance in his power. why
should | mix myself up in It? The
man Is dead and, from all accounts,
it seems a good radiance"
But, Wilfrid. dear, remember we
knew them before we met them here.
II does not seem kind"
She paused, for he interrupted, with
a disagreeable laugh:
I'VE knew them-yes, so we did,
Why should | forget it? | have done
all | ever mean to do for him. And
don't ask me to go near that house
where he lies dead--his wife looks and
looks at you with her big solemn eyes,
reading your very soul. There are
some things even you cannot make me
do. and"
"Wilfrld,"
He stopped abruptly. and with
muttered apology left the veranda. His
sister sighed little as she turned to
Gabrielle, who sat next her.
Poor Wilfrid!" she said. only see
how nervous he is. He always had
this strange aversion to DEATH and he
did not like Mr.. Graham-men know
men. | fear he is not as strong as
thought, for this sad affair has com.
pletely unnerved him. Have you not
noticed how badly he looks?"
1t was indeed patent that he was
far from we'll He was sullen and ir.
ritable, his complexion had assumed
dull, pasty hue. and his eyes were
shifty and troubled.
Il believe" remarked Elizabeth that
night when we were alone. that Lord
which gives him that queer greenish
look"
Poor Lady Edith" said. 81 be.
lieve she has troubles of her own with
him"
And how bravely she hides them!"
added Gabrielle, thoughtfully. We'll,
it only goes to prove what | have
said all along: Blood will tell"
But If Lord Wilfrid failed in the
ordinary courtesies of humanity Cor
don Bennett did all and more than
could have been expected Of him, and
| soon forgot his scarf-pin with the
SphinXs head, and also the fact that
had seen him trying to force an en-
trance into our boathouse, which eX-
traordinary proceeding was still unex-
| planned.
So the days passed, and we slowly
| resumed our ordinary routine, recov'
ering from the shock with the elias
ITCHY of youth and health, and quite
willing to put the dreadful episode
away from us.
There was a ball at the hotel one
night and we all went, glad of the
diversion afforded by the lights and
music, and pleasantly conscious that
our gowns were all that could be de,
sired.
Gordon Bennett and Mr.. Blake, az
we'll as many other cottagers, sailed
over to participate, and as the floor
was good, the music excellent, and
men plentiful, we enjoyed ourselves
very much indeed.
Mr. Blake danced once with me, but
| noticed that his eyes continually fol
lowed Lady .Edith's graceful figure
again attired in the black gown which
afforded such an effective background
for her golden hair and white shout
ders.
"Is she not lovely?" l inquired, as
my glance followed his.
She is wonderful" he said, almost
beneath his breath-"wonderful.
After supper, as l stood for mo
ment alone by the open door, Lady
Edith touched me on the shoulder ant
beckoned me to join her on the veran
da. Her face was very grave, and
observed that her hand was cold ant
shook little as she drew me to {
chair.
Elise" she said; 81 am going t.
pain you"
looked at her in silence, wonder
ing greatly, but she seemed to find 4
difficult to continue.
Have you ever thought" she saiC
at last, that there is anything strange
about Mr.. Bennett"
Stranger | repeated. Strange
mot quite right, mean. Wha
men call straight. Have you eve
seen him do anything which seemed t
require an explanation? Have yo'
ever asked him a question he coult
not answer"
stared blankly at her and she re
sumed slowly:
You make it very hard for me, We
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