The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1909-11-30

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Trevor and his wife, vaguely wonder
ing how she was to meet them, after
the spectacle she had so recently wit
messed.
The table was beautifully laid, and
roaring fire blazed on the hearth.
Tall silver lamps shone on the por-
eelain and crystal of the board. AS
Jacqueline entered by one door, an
other, at the end of the apartment,
opened and Philip Trevor. and his
wife stepped through together.
They were talking brightly, each,
as it seemed, in the best of spirits.
Was Jacqueline laboring under some
delusion, or had she really seen the
hand Of the man grasping that slim
white throat which rose, like the
stem of flower, from Mrs. Trevor's
black velvet dress? A dog-collar of
diamonds now clasped it, Under
meath the jewels did no purple mark
of savage fingers still stain the del
iGato flesh? Yet Mrs. Trevor's eyes
were radiant, her lips like carmine.
Greatly puzzled, Jacqueline took her
seat at the board. She could hardly
answer coherently the few remarks
addressed to her. She thought of
the pale, helpless figure which she
had seen borne up the stair in the
arms of Peter, and the mystery be-
came sickening.
During the dinner the Trevors
ma ltained their high spirits and
fau1tless demeanor. At the close Of
the meal Mrs. Trevor arose, swept
into an adjoining room, her long vel
vet dress trailing behind her, and
sat down to a grand piano. Her hus-
band followed, and took his violin
from its case. In perfect harmony,
the two began one of Chopin's gloomy
despairing nocturnes. Jacqueline's
heart thrilled to the sobbing, wailing
chords. An unwelcome intruder in
this strange house, surrounded with
dangers and uncertainties, she stood
in window, half concealed by the
long curtain, and looked out into the
night.
Far away fog horn doomed. The
rain dashed the panes; the sea was
rolling It's white tons on the rocks.
Suddenly discord in the music drew
Jacqueline's eyes back to the must
clans. Mr.. Trevor's lips were witch
ing, drops of sweat stood on his fore
head, his face looked drawn and
tense. Mrs. Trevor dashed into a wild
waltz; her husband strove to follow
her, but, turning his head furtively,
he met the fixed gaze of Jacqueline,
and the effect was startling. With
passionate gesture, he dashed down
his violin.
my Cod" he cried, in horror,
that girl is the image of John Hat
toni"
Mrs. Trevor put her hand on her
husbands arm.
Command yourself, Phillip" she
said, in hard, cold voice.
He shook off the hand, murmured
something unintelligible, and rushed
out of the room. Mrs. Trevor con-
tinued her waltz, as though nothing
had happened. Her face was like
mask. She played on to the last note,
put the music carefully away, picked
up her husband S violin and slipped it
into its case then, rising from the
piano. she went over to Jacqueline.
Have you prayed tonight, BESIDE
mona?'" she said with a strange
smile. THAT is, are you religious
woman, Miss Hatton?"
Il hope So" replied Jacqueline,
gravely.
Then, don't stand at this window
looking for ghosts, but go down on
your knees and entreat for clear
skies! You see, the storm shows no
sign of breaking-God pity usi In
tempests we are cut off from the
world. All evil things are then ar
rayed against us-we are at the mer-
cy Of the powers of darkness"
The velvet dress rippled across the
carpet. She disappeared through the
same door which had closed on her
husband. With rapidly increasing
sense of insecurity, Jacqueline re-
turned to her own chamber
Husband and wife she regarded
with equal distrust; but one thing
she had discovered-he presence in
the house unnerved and tortured
Trevor. The outbreak at the piano
convinced her that he was haunted
man. From Jacqueline's face he had
seen her dead father looking forth
upon him!
1.-THE man has a conscience, :"
thought Jacqueline, triumphantly,
land l am on the trail of it,"
A rap at the door. Vic entered.
II thought you might want some
thing before you went to sleep, Miss
Hatton," she said, tentatively.
Jacqueline, who felt drawn to this
girl, and who was always cheered by
the sight of her strong, shrewd face,
smiled sadly.
There are many things that
want, Vicky, but l am not likely to
secure them, How long do storms
continue here?"
For days and days, sometimes, +"
replied Vic, cheerfully. I'VE don't
mind-there's nothing like getting
used to them"
Il mind" corrected Jacqueline,
land so, fancy, does Mrs. Trevor
anyway, she bade me pray that fair
weather might come soon"
"Oh, did she?" queried Vic, with
interest. She closed JacQueline's
door cautiously. THAT scoundrel of
a Peter is like enough listening some
where!" she whispered. you see,
Miss Haffnn. when | went last 70 the