The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1911-05-04
CHAPTER XXVIIl.-continued.

Married" she said finally, in a
small voice. Why, I don't think it is
possible, is It? II was on my way
to Baltimore to marry him myself,
when the wreck came"
But you said you don't care for
HIM" ! protested, my heavy mascu-
line mind unable to jump the gaps in
her story. And then. without the
slightest warning, l realized that she
was crying She shook off my hand
and fumbIed for her handkerchief,
and failing to find it, she accepted the
one I thrust into her wet fingers.
Then. little by little, she told me
from the handkerchief, sordid story
Of motor trip in the mountains with
out Mrs Curtis, of a lost road and a
broken car, and a rainy night when
they and Sullivan, tramped eter-
nally and did not get home. And of
Mrs. Curtis, when they got home at
dawn, suddenly grown conventional
and deeply shocked Of her own
proud, half-disdainful consent to
make possible the hackneyed com
promising situation by marrying the
rascal and then-of his disappearance
from the train 1t was so terrible to
her such Heayen-sent relief to me,
IN spite Of my rage against Sullivan,
that | laughed aloud At which she
looked at me over the handkerchief
Il know it's funny" she said, with
a catch in her breath. When l think
that | nearly married a murderer
and didn't cry for sheer joy Then
she buried her face and cried again.
Please don't" | protested INSTEAD
lily. Il wont be responsible if you
keep on crying like that l may for
get that have a capital charge hang
ing over my head, and that l may be
arrested at any moment"
That brought her out of the hand
kerchief at once. q meant to be so
helpful" she said, and I've thought
of nothing but myself. There were
some things l meant to tell you. If
Jennie was-what you say, then I I'M
derstand why she came to me just be-
fore | left She had been packing
my things and she must have seen
what condition | was in, for she came
over to me when l was getting my
wraps on, to leave, and said, Don't
do it, Miss West, l beg you won't DO
1t; you'll be sorry ever after And
Just then Mrs. Curtis came in and
Jennie slipped out"
THAT was alp"
mo As we went through the sta
ton the telegraph operator gave Har
Mr. Sullivan, a message He read it
Oh the platform. and it excited him
terribly. He took his sister aside and
they talked together. He was white
with either fear or anger-I don't
know which. Then, when we boarded
the train. a woman in black, with
beautiful hair, who was standing on
the car platform, touched him on the
arm and then drew back. He looked
at her and glanced away again, but
she reCled as if he had struck her"
Then what?" The situation was
growing clearer.
Mrs. Curtis and | had the drawing
room. | had a dreadful night, just
sleeping a little now and then. |
saw his cigarette case in your hand
| had given it to him. You wore his
clothes. The murder was discovered
and you were accused of it! What
could l do? And then, afterward,
when l saw him asleep at the farm
house, Il was panic-stricken. /
locked him in and ran. l didn't know
why he did it, but-he had killed a
man"
Some one was calling Alison
through a megaphone, from the veran-
da, 1t sounded like Sam. alice"
he called Alice! I'm going to have
some anchovies on toast! All-ee!"
Neither of us heard.
Il wonder" | reflected, 'if you
would be willing to repeat a part of
that story-just from the telegram on
to a couple of detectives, say on
Monday. If you would tell that, and
how the end of your necklace got into
the sealskin bag"
my necklace" she repeated. But
it isn't mine. l picked it up in the
car"
"All-ee!" Sam again. 81 see you
down there I'm making julepi"