Los Angeles herald., 1910-09-11
SEPTEMBER II, 1910.

Try and gather yourself together gradually; DOM
worry or think. IL come back to you in half an
hour -
"Tell me, first, please, what about my companion
in the compartment-'
''Mr. Dursey Maynei' She shook her head. 81
am sorry. He is dead"
The man on tho bed looked UP at the speaker, in
silent astonishment. What earth, he wondered,
could the girl possibly meant Then, as she softly
tripped away the truth suddenly dawned on him. OF
course The heir to 100000 had been wearing his
clothing 1t was all marked with his name-Durscy
Mayne
That was the way the hospital people had fallen
into the mistakel Lying there, he found the sleep
the nurse had advised impossible. In his mind was
revolved all that had happened Then he suddenly
broke into a sweat, due to excitement over an idea
that had occurred to him.
Could he not profit by the mistaken Not for mo-
ment did he entertain thought of Dersonatng Mars
tin Moore-he not such an arrant fool as that.
But why not permit the boot to remain the other
leg7 Why not allow the dead man to be buried IN
the living one s name9
It was an alluring picture he drew there were i'm
mense benefits to accrue Then too, incidentally his
wife would gain two thousand pounds What was
BETTER he himself would be free from the burden
of her. For their marriage really had been failure
Leaving the in the hospital-busy shaping his
scheme-we turn to Mrs. Dursley Mayne. At home
in England she knew but little of her husband dongs
in Australia She had not the fantest idea even that
he had sailed for home, until his name was shown
her in a list of dead, appended to the newspaper ac-
count of the railway accident.
She was peaeeably at work on some dress ma
terial in her little home when fevershly excited man
dashed into her presence, exclaimng
"Kittyi At last / scarcely contain myself
Thank heaven, you legally rid of that rufian who
deserted you fifteen years agol
Mrs. Mayne dropped her work into her lap and
looked up in bewilderment.
''He's deadq''
The man blurted out his There no note
of grief in his announcement; rather he seemed to
think it matter for rejoicing
"Dont pretend to be sorry, he exclaimed, seeing
how white she had grown. ''You wOuldn u be human
if you were There is no obstacle nowl You love
me, Kitty, although 1 have never been able to get
you to say as much You shall be minei You are
freel Seel'
Archie Scott g hands trembling he pro-
duced newspaper, and pointed to particular para
graph In that she saw her husbands name-listed
with the deadi
There was nothing of the actress about Kitty. She
could no more pretend feeling she did not possess
than she could have taken broomstick and flown
over the moon. Whatever feeling had existed when,
as girl in her teens, she married, dead-stone
dead-now. In secret her heart had gone out to the
man to whom she owed the ability to earn her own
living. He had been kindness personifed.
In Archie Scott IS care she identified her husband 8
body. From what was lying on the deadhouse slab,
she shuddered away-lt was TOO horrible TO look on
But there was no doubt The on the clothing,
and the letters and papers in the dead mans port
manteau proof that it was Dursey Mayne 8 clay
resting there.
For while after the funeral Archie was patiently
quiet. Then he grew insistent. But something held
Kitty back. disturbing doubt assailed her. That
was mainly due to the fact that she had been unable
to summon sufficient courage actually to look the
dead man 8 face.
Archie laughed at her fears. To him the world
was very bright just then The woman he loved would
shortly be his
dearest Kitty he said 'your fears abso
lutey groundless but they shall be set at rest The