The Washington times., 1912-06-18
CHAPTER III.
Mystery In Inverlachie.

-%HE seven men in the kitchen were
staring at one another or at the
face on the bed, when the spell of
surprise was deepened by an un-
expected apparition. The kitchen door
suddenly opened and in came that
strange woman. Janet Glen. 80.
Whatever men might say Of her. there
was no denying that the woman was
handsome and desirable. She had a
small. slightly uplifted head, set upon
shoulders that were massive in a won.
Junoesque, her hair and complexion
dark her hands small, and her features
good, But whatever her personal at
fractions were. there might also be
foundation for the fear In which men
held her even when desiring her most
A pair of deep-set, far-away eyes look
ed out with that expression which is
peculiar to reverie.
Coming as she did upon the heels of
the strangers declaration OF his name
at least, part of 1.-THE woman brought
a superstitious thrill into the room with
her. Even the doctor looked uneasy.
although he was the only man in the
village who had a kind word to say to,
or of. Janet Glen, and the only one to
whom the silent woman ever spoke
more than a civil greeting as she went
"Rubbishg" the doctor would say.
when he heard gossip about Janet
Glen's dealings with the dark one All
that woman bankers after Is children
Janet had been married at one time,
teriously. Since when she had kept
mitch to herself
For a moment the woman stood in the
doorway, more like a sleep walker than
a naturally conscious person. She was
in what the villagers called 'one of
her SPELLS
She advanced slowly into the kitchen.
The men made way for her when they
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and that her eyes were fixed upon the
stranger. She came and stood in the
place where Dalglelsh had looked and
been staggered in the looking.
But there was a different expression
on Janet's face when she saw the
strangers. 1t was an expression OF
gladness, of disappointment. Of relief, OF
hope again deferred. She turned and
still without speaking, walked out OF
the house.
''Imphum!", grunted Sandy McClung
with sigh Of relief:
| "Eh-hay!' said "Gangy" Beckett sig
nifcantly.
''Fiddlestlcks"' snorted the doctor. He
| was upset himself by the incident and
was angry that he showed it.
| The dominic said nothing. He was
still glowering at the face OF the
! stranger and he did not appear to bS
conscious that Janet Glen had ever beer
| in the kitchen.
| Five minutes later Doctor Wallace left
the patient and started for his owr
| home, where his own lass, Peggy
should be pouring the porridge abou
| now.
The cherry little doctor was mucf
| interested, somewhat amused, and lit
tie amazed at the events of the nigh
and morning. But he had his owl
affairs to think Of. For instance, ther'
was the matter OF Peggy's queer be
havior. Peggy, his motherless lass, wa
not herself these days. She was silen
and constrained as II she was In love
Wallace thought he knew the symp
toms. but there was a symptom in hi
daughters case which was puzzling
She did not seem happy. She spen
a great deal of her time with Jane
Glen. and the doctor thought this half
uncanny fiddlesticks! - this materna
woman knew what allied Peggy.
A Continuation of This story vii
Be Found In TomOrrow's
Issue of The Times.