The Springdale news., 1912-10-18

turDatOD. ne HalQ HdS Oilly Sdi - ing out a necessary order. As soon as Louise knew I was there she would come running to the door herself. In a minute she would be folded in my arms and all misunderstanding would be cleared away. Undoubtedly she would have good explanation for her telephone message of the nlght before I told myself that 1t was only lack of sleep and the incident ln the park that had upset my nerves. MY misgivings were utterly foolish.
 At length the door opened slowly. l had expected to see Louise herself be- hind it, but it was the same maid. lhls time she held the door hardly as wide as before.
 "I'm sorry, sir, she said, but Miss Louise says she can not see you now.
 "What?" I gasped.
 She repeated her message while l stood there dazed There must be some mistake. Louise must have mis- understood the name.
 Did you tell her 1t was MT. kent!s
 Yes, sir, I told her"
 What did she say
 "She said she could not see you or any one else now.
 was puzzled beyond expression Why should Louise refuse to see me! I was conscious of having done noth- ing to offend her If only l could see her for just minute to find out what was the matteri l felt that l must reach her For an instant 1 was tempted to brush past the maid and force my way i'll. Surely Louise et her own accord would not treat me thus She must be beside herself with grief. Perhaps she was under the same malign influence that so dis tressed her sister. Yet even in the depths of despair We observe the con yeHtionalities.
 '.Wfn you ask Miss Louise when she can see me-" found myself say ing in calm tones to the maid.
 Again she closed the door in my face Again waited.
 Miss Louise says that she will see you if you will return in an hour, 
 I left the Parrish door and stumbled blindly up the street. The plight In which found myself seemed inexpli- cable. maddening. l was sure Louise loved me. Had she not turned to me in the first hour of her distress? Had she not telephoned me when her sis ter shot herself? Had she not permit ted me to take her in my arms? Had she not commissioned me to solve the mystery of the yellow letter? Yet why had she bade me discontinue my search? Why had she shut her door to me- What could be her motive? What could have influenced her against me?
 Torn by a hundred conflicting emo ] tions, I traversed street after street, not knowing or caring whither nay feet were taking me. I must have re- traced my steps, for I found myself in the block where the Farrishs lived. I looked at my watch and saw 1t was still half an hour before the time had been told to return. l turned away from the house and wandered aimlessly on. There was some mys- tery in Louises conduct l could not fathom. She refused to see me, yet just ahead of me some one else had been admitted to the house. A wave of jealousy swept over me. Who was this other man? I racked my brain. striving to recall his appearance. try ing to remember what there WAS that was familiar about him.
 All at once 1t came to me. A wild rage filled me. l knew now who he was. picture of the office in that little hotel in New Jersey came to my mind, as 1t looked when l stood by the stove drying my clothes. A man had come to the desk and got his key and had walked past me as he went to his room. l knew now where I had seen that man who was admitted to the Parrish home. It was the man called Cook.
 It was Hugh Crandall.