The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1911-04-28

| drove uurTicoiy up ahu stoPPCu ~ tno
curb. A young woman. heavily yelled.
descended, paid the driver. and walked
quickly through the gates toward the
house.
Annie tried to feel brave. but her
heart misgave her when she saw this
splendid home with all its evidence OF
wealth, culture and refinement. II was
its gates. although. In a measure. she
was entitled to look upon 1t as her
own home. Perhaps never so much
as now she realized what deep gulf
lay between her husbands family and
/ herself. This was a world she had
never known-a world Of opulence
and luxury She did not know how she
come. Yet there was no time TO be
lost. Immediate action was neces-
sary. Howard must have the best
lawyers that money could procure.
Judge Brewster had been deaf to her
entreaties. He had declined to take
the case. She had no money. How
ards father must come to his assist
ance. She would plead with him and
insist that 1t was his duty to stand
by his son. She wondered how he
would receive her, II he would put
her out or be rude to her. He might
tell the servants to shut the door In
her face. Timidly she rang the bell.
The butler opened the door. and sum-
moning up all her courage, she asked:
rs Mr.. Jeffries in?"
To her utter amazement the butler
offered no objection to her entering.
Mistaking her for a woman reporter,
several OF whom had already called
that morning. he said:
Go right in the library. madam;
the other newspaper folk are there"
She passed through the splendid re-
ception hall, marveling inwardly at
the beautiful statuary and pictures,
no little intimidated at finding her
self amid such splendid surroundings.
On the left there was door draped
with handsome tapestry.
Right in there. miss" said the
butler.
She went In, and found herself In q
room OF noble proportions, the walls
OF which were lined with bookshelvss
filled with tones In rich bindings. The
light that entered through the stained
glass windows cast subdued half
light, warm and rich in color. on the
crimson plush furnishings. Near the
heavy fiat desk In the center OF the
room a tall, distinguished man was
standing listening deprecatingly to
the half dozen reporters who were
bombarding him with questions. AS
Annie entered the room she caught
! the words of his reply:
The young man who has inherited
my name has chosen his own path In
life. am grieved to say that his con-
duct at college, his marriage. has
completely separated him from his
family. and l have quite made up my
mind that in no way or manner can
his family become identified with any
steps he may take to escape the pen
atty of his mad act. | am his father,
| and l suppose. under the circurn-
stances. ought to say something. But
/ have decided not to. don't wish
| to give the American public any eI.
cuse to think that I am palliaing or
condoning his crime. Gentlemen,
wish you good-day."
Annie, who had been listening in
| tently at once saw her opportunity.
| Mr. Jeffries had taken no notice OF
her presence, believing her to be
newspaper writer like the others. As
| the reporters took their departure
and filed out OF the room. she re-
mained behind. AS the last one disap
peared she turned to the banker and
said
May l speak to you a moment?"
He turned quickly and looked at her
| in surprise. For the first time he
was conscious of her presence. Bow
ing courteously. he shook his head:
II am afraid | can do nothing fol
you madam-as I've just explained to
your confreres Of the press
Annie looked up at him. and said
boldly:
81 am not a reporter, Mr.. Jeffries.
am your sons wife"
The banker started back In amaze
ment This woman. whom be had
taken for a newspaper reporter, was
an interlorer. an imposter. the very
last woman in the world whom he
would have permitted to be admitted
TO his house. He considered that she
as much as anybody else, had con
tributed to his sons ruin. Yet wha
could he do? She was there. and ht
was too much of a gentleman to have
her turned out bo6liy. Wondering a
his silence. she repeated softly:
I'm your sons wife, Mr.. Jefries.
The banker looked at her a mo
ment. as If taking her in from head t
foot. Then he said coldly:
Madam, have no SON" He hest
tated. and added:
Il don't recognize"
s. looked at him pleadingly.
but i want to speak to you, sir"
Mr.. Jefrries shook his head. AM
moved toward the door.