New Ulm review., 1911-09-20
taking my midnight stroll. I was not
told the day or hour Of her departure.

told the day or hour Of her departure
happily. perhaps, for us both. for !
could never have kept away from the
station. ! heard later that she was
deliberately driven past the Whisper
| ing Pines, though the other road was
more direct and less free, If anything
from possible spectators They thought
no doubt. that sight of the place
might reawaken whatever memories
remained of the last desperate scene
preceding her brother and sisters de.
parture for this out of the way spot
They little knew how cruel was the
test or what storm of realization
might have overwhelmed her mind as
her eye fell on those accursed walls
peering from their bower of snow
laden pines. But l did, and l never
rested till I learned how she had borne
herself in her slow drive by the two
guarded gateways-merrily, it seems,
and with no sign of the remembrances
I feared.
One sentence. and one only. reached
my ears Of all she said before she dis
appeared from town.
III Adelaide were only going too!
But I suppose shall meet her and Mr..
Ranelagh somewhere before my re-
turn. She must be very happy, but
not 30 peaceful as I am. She will see
that when we meet. I can hardly wait
for the day"
One incident more before I enter
upon the serious business Of the trial.
started one night for my walk at
10 O'Clock instead Of II. went the
old way. and. the old longing recur-
ring at the one charmed spot on the
road. cast quick look at the DESC
lated house which, short as it was,
reused feelings which kept my head
lowered for the remainder Of my walk
north and to the very moment when.
on my return. the same chimneys and
overhanging roofs came again into
view through the wintry branches.
Then habit lifted my head and 1 paus-
ed to look again. when the low sound
of human voice, suppressed into a
moan or sob. caused me to glance
about for the woman or child who had
uttered this note Of sorrow. No one
was in sight. but as started to move
on heard my name uttered in choked
tones from behind the hedge separat-
ing the Fulton grounds from the city
sidewalk.
Had the voice issued from this iso-
lated point of darkness? l went back
to see. A pitiful figure was crouching
there. a frail. agitated little being.
ELLA Fulton" exclaimed. "You
wish to speak to me?"
"Hushw she prayed, with a frighten-
ed gesture toward the house. mo one
knows am here. Mamma thinks me
in bed. and papa, who is out. may
come home any minute. .Oh. Mr..
Ranelagh. I'm in such misery, and no
one but you can give me any help. l
have watched you go by night after
night. and l have wanted to call out
and beg you to come In and see me
or let ma 60 and meet you somewhere.
and i have not dared, it was so late.
Tonight You have come earlier, and I
have slipped out and-oh, Elwood. you
won't think badly of me? It's all about
Arthur. and I shall die If some one
does not help me and tell me how l
can reach him with a message"
She was girl Of puny physique and
nervous manner-the last sort Of per-
son you would expect Arthur Cumber-
land to admire or even to have patience
with and the very last sort who could
be expected to endure his rough ways
or find anything congenial to herself in
his dissipated and purposeless life. But