The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1912-09-19
CHAPTER xxil.-tcontInued.)

Armstrong confronted Newbold
therefore. lustful of battles; he yearn-
ed to leap upon him, his fingers itched
to grasp him, then trcmbled slightly as
he rubbed them nervously against his
thumbs: his face protruded little. his
eyes narrowed.
"My name is Armstrong ne said,
determined to precipitate the issue
without further delay and finging the
words at the other in tone Of hec-
toring defiance which, however
strange to say, did not seem to effect
Newbold in any perceptible degree.
The name was an illumination to
him, though not at all in the way the
speaker had fancied; the recollection
OF it was the one fact concerning her
that ranked in the solitary's mind.
He had often wanted to ask Enid Matt
land what she had meant by that
chance allusion to Armstrong which
she had made in the beginning of their
acquaintance, but he had refrained.
At first he had no right to question
her; there could be no natural end to
their affections; and latterly when
their hearts had been disclosed to each
other in the wild. tempestuous, pas
sionate scenes of the last two or three
days, he had had things of greater mo-
ment to engage his attention, subjects
of more Importance to discuss with
her.
He had for the time being forgotten
Armstrong and he had not before
known what jealousy was until be had
entered that room. To have seen her
with any man would have given him
acute pain, perhaps just because he
had been so long withdrawn from hui
man society, but to see her with this
man who flashed instantly into his
recollection upon the utterance OF his
name was an added evaporation.
Newbold turned to the woman to
whom indeed he had addressed his
question in the first place, and there
was something in his movement which
bespoke CALLING almost contemptuous
obliviousness to the presence of the
other man which was indeed hard for
him to bear.
Hate begets hate. He was quite
conscious of Armstrong; antagonism,
which was entirely undisguised and
open and which was growing greater
with every passing moment. The
score against Newbold was running up
in the mind OF his visitor.
"Ah." coolly said the owner Of the
cabin to the first of his two guests,
Il do remember you did mention that
name the first day you spent here.
Is he "a friend of yours?"
mot now" answered Enid Maitland.
She too was in strange state Of
perturbation on account of the diem
ma in which she found herself In
yolved. She was determined not to
betray the unconscious confidence of
the dead She hoped fervently that
Newbold would not recognize Arm
strong as the man of the locket, but
If he did she was resolute that he
should not also be recognized as the
man of the letters, at least not by her
act. NeWbold was ignorant of the ex-
istence of those letters and she did
not intend that he should be enlight-
ened SO far as she could prevent 1t.
But she was keen enough to see that
the first recognition would be in
evitable; she even admitted the fact
that Armstrong would probably pre-
5cipitate 1t himself. Well, no human
soul, not even their writer, knew that
she had destroyed them, she had de-
termined to DO SO at the first convent
ent opportunity. Before that, however.
she intended to show them not to New
bold but 70 Armstrong, to disclose his
perfidy, to convict him Of the false
hood he had told her and to justify
herself even in his eyes for the action
she Tad taken.
Mingled with all these quick rehec-