The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1910-08-11

looked up to and respected by every
one. We have been married ten years
nearly, and a never had an unkind
word. Until two months 6 he was in
every respect a model man and a model
husband. About that time he did not
come home n Sunday evening after
service. I waited up for him nearly all
night and all day on Monday. At length
he arrived home at II o'clock on Mon
day night, in what condition I am
ashamed to tell o Since then the
same thing has happened every Sunday
evening. I have used tears, remon-
STRANGE and prayers, but in vain. To
find out Just what the matter was I
followed him after Sunday evening
church last week. He got on a car and
went down town to Eighth street, and
there I saw him disappear into a house
which stood back some way from the
pavement.
"The house is square, painted yellow,
with a pillared p~ortico, and has an. air
of melancholy and neglect about it. The
blinds and shutters were drawn tight,
and I was only able to catch a glimpse
Of the hall as the door opened and shut.
Now, Mr.. Power, I have no friend
whom / dare trust with this secret. I
have done all I can n am powerless.
If the church people hear a suspicion Of
this my husbands character Is gone,
his position ruined and we shall be
turned out into the world without food
or shelter. Now, what I want you to do
is this-'phone up my husband and ask
him next time he is passing to call and
see you. Tell him hat through u
agents you have made this discovery,
and have been asked by q friend (who
wishes to remain unknown) to mention
the matter and entreat him to give up
these visits"
1t was impossible not to feel sym
-o4I,, pO~ c,,oh. onrlI3nn Iicf~pSo. hf,f ~
was not the kind Of business that Pow
er cared for. For some seconds he lay
back and surveyed the ceiling with
some interest and then, as his glance
fell again to Mrs. McLeavy's eager face,
his hard features relaxed into a kindly
smile. 9TH 10 what I can" he said, and
with evident anxiety not to be thanked,
bowed out his fair client.
The following day, Thursday, at
about the same hour, Rev. James Nc
Leavy occupied that same chair which
his wife, ali unknown to him. had occu-
pied the previous day.
"One minute, Mr.. McLeavy," said
Power, as apparently absorbed in work
he proceeded to focus a mirror on Nc
Leavy's chair and take the measure of
his man.
Yes, the face was a good one-open
and frank. but the face of a fanatic.
The forehead high and bare, the eyes
large ana pleECluS, ttc HoSS dQulllIiG.
A man who could persuade other, per-
sons and himself as well that right
was wrong and wrong was right; ner-
vous, excitable. impressionable. A man
who in another age might have been a
Spanish Inquisitor or a member of that
order of Friars called 'F~lageilauts,"
who beat themselves till the blood
flowed, to show their devotion to God.
A man who would break but ever
bend.
Reuben Power had the face of a
sphinx. In repose it conveyed nothing
of the Thoughts passing in his mind. His
figure was tall and spare, and always
seemed ready to bend under the weight
of the massive head. He had an un-
usually high skull, a snub nose, large
ears, and eyes which always seemed as
If they were trying to escape the gaze
of others, and which he could veil at
any time by simply lowering his brows.
He did not appear to see anything, yet
nothing ever escaped him.
well, Mr.. McLeavy, 1 have been
asked by a friend of yours (not a mem
Der of your congregation, 1 may say
to speak to you on a rather unpleasant
subject said Power, suddenly wheel
ing round his chair. The fact is that