Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1910-07-09

would she understandable debt he
had felt he owed her long before to.
night that sense Of obligation to the
child who had reached out her hand
IN different life, different world ;
No, She had of course forgotten. still
he would leave II. that talismnn So
precious. which he had cherished al
most superstitiousy.
When few minutes later the girl
hastily re-entered the room she carried
on her arm mans coat and hat. Her
appearance was feverish, her. eyes
wide and shining.
Your clothes nre would nt.
tract attention, These were on the
rack ! don't know whose. but I stole
them-stole Them
She spoke quickly. with a little
hard note Of self mockery. Her voice
broke suddenly. She looked about her
The coat and hat slipped from he
arm She looked at the window. The
curtain still moved us If hand had
Dut recently touched It, She stared al
inrredulQusly He had gone. He
"ould nave none of her assistance
then; preferred she listened. bur
caught only the rustling of the heavy
silk
She necame aware of a thrObbing IN
her head, dull pain. and. mechanical.
ly Seuting heSSef near one of the ta
Dies. she put up her hand and started
10 draw the pins from her hair but
soon desisted Again she began to
think, more clearly this time. more
poignantly, of all she had experienced.
listened to, that night.
She, Wray. sprung from long line
of proud, illustrious folk! And he:
The breath of the roses outside was
waited upward Her eyes, deep, self
scofiing, rested without seeing on
small dark object on a handkerchief
on the table. What was it to her II
they took him-what, indeed? Her fin
gers played with the object. closed
hard on it. Why should she care ii
he paid the penalty-he. a self con
fessed-
A'OAuCbhlHS lell lIOLl Tue NtlNel GOV
ering in her hand. She was vaguely
aware of It cleaning there on the cold
white marble, small disk-a gold
coin. Then slowly she took it as If
asking herself how it came there on
her handkerchief, which, she dimly
remembered. had been lying on the
floor Some one, of course, must have
picked up the handkerchief, but no one
had been in the room since she had no
ticed 1t except
More closely she scrutinized 1t, the
shining disk on her rosy palm. A King
George gold piece! Above the mon
arch's face and head with its flowing
locks appeared tiny hole, as if some
one had once worn it. Beneath, just
discernible. was the date, 1852. She
continued to regard it. then looked
again at the bit of velvet near by. 1t
had been wrapped in that carefully
for what reason. Like something
more than what it seemed-a mere
gold piece.
"1762." Why, even as she gazed at
the cloth. felt it. did the figures seem
to reiterate themselves in her brainE
"17G2." There could be nothing espe-
cially significant about the date. Yet
even as she concluded thus by some
introspective process she saw herself
bending over, studying those figures
on another occasion. Herself, and
yet
She was looking straight before her
now Suddenly she started and
sprang up "A King George gold
piece" Her hair. unbound, fell around
her. below her waist. Her eyes, like
sapphires. gazed out from veritable
simmer of gold. Date She paus-
ed. why. this belonged to me once
as a child. and y
The blue eyes seemed searching
searching. Abruptly she found what
she sought Il gave it to the convict
on the Lord Nelson" She almost
whispered the words. THE brave.
brave fellow who sacrificed his life
for mine" Her warm fingers closed
softly on the coin. she seemed wrap
ped In the picture thus recalled.
''Then how Her brows knitted:
she swept the shining hair from her
face. "If he were drowned, how could
it have been left here BY Her eyes
were dark now with excitement.
"Him? Him." she repeated. I'm
less" her breast suddenly heaved. "he
was not drowned, after all, He"-
A sudden shot from the park rang
out. The coin fell from the girls hand.
Other shots followed. She ran out
upon the balcony. stifled cry on her
lips. She stared of, but only the
darkness met her gaze.
Not far from one OF the entrances 10
Regents park or the hum of Camden
Towns main artery Of traffic lay lit
tle winding street, which because Of
its curving lines had long been known
as Spiral row. Into this byway there
turned late in the night Of the second
dov after that memorable evening at
Stratborn House a man who. looking
quickly around him, paused before the
closed gate of one OF the dwellings
After n moments hesitation the man
nulled the bell waited for some time,
hut no response came. When from the
and of the street he heard a vehicle
coming rapidly toward him he more
erulv ierked at the handle of the bell
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