The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1911-10-08
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Fas almost too easy. Sylvia would
have liked something to happen.
1t would have pleased her to see the
great ship sail, but this was forbidden
by her instructions. She must leave
the pier Immediately and return to
her hotel, where In the course of the
day she would receive u, telegram
from Mr.. Epdield telling her whether
10 return or to await further orders.
1t was possible that he might wish
hcr To transact some other business
for HIN III New York
No message came that day nor yet
the next. Sylvia's purse began to look
100 thin for the inevitable expenses of
n longer stay. for Redfeld had sup
piled her mCagerly with money. His
silence made her anxious. She feared
that she might have missed instruc-
tions and gone to the wrong hotel.
Don't telegraph or write to me, -
he had cautioned her. Il don't want
body to know that | have sent a
special messenger to New York. Wait
tlAl you uShI
On the third day Sylvia began to
picture calamities. Mr.. Redfield might
be i'll or disabled by some accident or
slain by those mysterious opponents
who had assailed his nephew. She
learned by inquiry that the Detroit
papers could be had in the Grand Cen
trail station, and thither she repaired.
Picture the poor girl standing in the
babel and bedlam of the great depot
and reading this:
REDFIELD WAS MARRIED!
Welded to Pretty Secretary, Who Posed
as Mrs. Evans
SHE WAS SYLVIA ALLEN OF ALLEN
DALE
They Are Known to Be on the Corinthia
| and Will Be Arrested at Liverpool-Red-
| fields Affairs In Hopeless Tangle-Gob-
bled Fifty Thousand In Cash on the
Last Day-His Nephew. Arrested While
| Trying to Board Train. Denies Knowi-
| edge of the Uncle's Crookedness.
| How long Sylvia stood there staring
at those awful headlines she never
knew-so long that her limbs stiffen-
ed and she hobbled when she tried to
move She felt hand upon her arm
and supposed that some stranger had
offered help. She turned. and there
stood Edward Kendall.
| He was pale, his countenance some
what rigid and much older in appear
ance. but the interior calm of the man
seemed mistaken. The girl looked
+ into his face and tried to speak, but q
| tight cord seemed TO be drawn around
| her lips. Her voice came in strange
pucker through this obstruction, say
| ing: 81 wasn't Mrs. Evans. No, no.
1t was some one else, a real Mrs.
Evans l saw her. You didn't be
/ lieve that
! u believed in the marriage. yes.
said he, "but | did not believe that
you knew that the man was IA thief OF
that you were in the slightest degree
his accomplice But you must soon
learn of it. and then you would need
/ friend. | was on my way to find
you. | arrived IN New York this
morning. ] have taken passage fol
England ! came here this afternoon
+ TO get my travelling bag. which / had
checked in the parcel room
"But how could you do this? The
money? You had none.
Il sold my house" said he calmly
Never mind I'll build another
Why, Sylvia, don't cry. AIS Well
In the wreckage of her faculties
there remained only the primitive
emotions. fear, loneliness. dependenc,
upon superior strength.
You cannot love me now" she sob
bed, clasping his hands in hers.
My child" said he, why am
here1'
The investigation of the affairs oil
Mr.. Redfield showed that with the
callousness of the true criminal he
had deliberately sacrificed Sylvia tt
the needs of his own safety. Fearing
that he might be arrested while at
| tempting to leave Detroit. he had in
| trusted all the cash that he could lay
his hands on to Sylvia in the sealed
packet which she had delivered t