Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1912-08-26

up your nose at me because l am an
American. Well, what If l ann Where
would you be If 1t were not for me2
And where would he be7 You'd starve
If 1t were not for me. You hang to me
like a leech-you sponge on me-you
gorge YOURSELF
"That Is enough, Evelyn. You have
said all that Is necessary. deserve 1t,
too, for meddling in your affairs. 1t
may satisfy you to know that have
always desplsed you, Having CON
fessed, can only add that we cannot
live another hour under the same roof.
You need not order me to go. shall
do so of my own accord-gladly." Pc
neope turned to the door, She was as
cold as fee.
ut is the first time you have ever
done anything to please me. You may
90 In the morning"
81 shall go tonight"
"As you like. 1t Is near morning
Where do you expect to so at this
hour of the night?"
81 am not afraid of the night. To.
morrow shall send over from the vii
Iage for my trunks" She paused near
the door and then came back to Cecll's
side. "Goodby, Cecil. I'll write. Good
by" Re looked up with a hazy smile.
"G'night," ho muttered thickly.
without another word or 80 much
as a glance at Lady Bazelhurst, Pc
nelope Drake went swiftly from the
room. The big hall clock struck the
half hour after II. Some one-a wo-
man-was laughing in the billiard room
below. The click Of the balls came to
her ears like the swapping of angry
teeth. She did not hesitate. 1t was
not in her nutwSe. The room IN which
she had found 40 much delight was
now loathsome 10 her. With nervous
fingers she threw tho snail things she
most cherished into hag-her purse,
her jewels, her little treasures. Some
how 1t seemed to her as SC Ghe were
hurrying to catch a night train, that
was all. With her own strong young
arms she dragged the two huge trunks
from the closet Half an honr later
they were full and locked. Then she
looked about with a dry, mirthless
smile.
81 wonder where l am to co. she
murmured, half aloud. A momentary
feeling Of lndeclsion attacked her The
click Of the balls had ceased, the clock
had struck r. II was dark and still,
and the wind was crying in the trees.
"She won't CO." Lady Bazelburst
was saying to herself ms she sat mar
row eyed and hateful, in her window
looking ont into the night "Llfe is
100 easy here" The light from the
porch lanterns cast feeble glow out
jeyond the porte cochere and down the
lrive. AS she stared across the circle
he Ggnre Of woman suddenly cut
diametrlc line through II and lost IT,
self in the wall Of blackness that form
ed the circumference. Lady Evelyn
started and stared unbelievingly into
the darkness, striving TO penetrate It
With her gaze. 1T was she-Penelope,"
she cried. coming TO her feet shes
really gone-she meant It"
For many minutes she peered out
into the night, expecting TO sec the
shadow returning A touch Of anxious
nope possessing her she left the win
low and hurried down the corridor to
leneiope's room What she found
there was most convincing. It was not
d trick Of the lanterns The shadow
had been real II must be confessed
that the peeyish heart Of Lady Bazel.
hurst beat rather rapidly as she has
tened back TO the window TO peer anx-
lously out into the somber park with
It's hooting owls and chattering night
bugs. The mournful yelp Of distant
dog Aoated across the black valley.
The watcher shuddered as she recalled
Itories Of panthers that had infested
The great hills A small feeling Of
shame and regret began to develop
with annoying inslstence.
An hour dragged itself by before she
arose petulantly, half terrified, half
annoyed in spite OF herself. Her nus.
band still was sitting IN the big chair.
his face In his hands. His small. de.
iected figure appealed to her pity for