The Washington times., 1913-10-16
THE HERITAGE OF CAIN
A GREAT BIG THRILLING STORY
7s a1 Frank s o BY ISABEL OSTRANDER
A GREAT BIG THRILLING STORY
BY ISABEL OSTRANDER

, death occurred when Victoria was fif-
! teen-killed in a railroad accident.
! DIR. Bigelow died only two wears ago,
| most. sensationally. He was stricken
| with heart-failure and dropped dead in
the pulpit on Easter Sunday. Perhaps
you remember reading of it in the news
papers or hearing it spoken of.
Yorke shook his head.
Il cannot recall il now. In what town
in New, England did they live. Mrs.
Ashley?'
I'm Brookmeade, Just outside Boston
I thought had told you that before. 1t
is a small, arfstocratic settlement of
some OF the oldest Boston families
1T was in Brookmeade that you first
knew Mrs. Van Rensselaer,"
Yes. 1 was born and grew I'D there.
| ! am seven years older than she-I am
| thirty-six. Mr.. Yorke, although 1 am
not anxious to have that on record in
near and we became inseparable"
And what was your name, Mrs. Ash
J ley?"
"Frothingham. My father, Stanhope
rockingham. was a lawyer In Boston, -
Il have heard of him, of course
Yorke looked at her with new interest
In his glance. then asked: Was Mrs
Van Rensselaers whole life. prior to her
| marriage, spent in Brookmede?"
I'VE were away at schooi together for
three years. After her mothers death
she went twice to Europe with Miss
Broditch, a distant relative of her
father. She frequently visited friends
1t was during one of her visits to her
mothers aunt in New York that she
met Dysart.'
How long ago was thatr'
About eight years-a year before
. heir marriage"
They have had no children"
None"
Yes, Her parents were married
| twelve years before she was born"
Mrs. Ashley, do you know of any un-
pleasant experience which Mrs. Van
Rensselaer, may have had, before or
after her marriage-of any enemies she
may have consciously or unconsciously
made?"
AS he spoke the difhdent manner
which had been slowly giving way to a
growing alertness vanished utterly, and
he leaned forward, his keen eyes flash
| ing like points of steel, his whole body
a-quiver with eager, concentrated en-
| ergy.
None whatever. She had not an en-
| emy in the world Her whole life was
| open as the day. She had such a sunny,
! free. generous nature that she could not
| harbor resentment for an hOur-and she
mystery which involved herself than she
| could have been wantonly unkind.
Every one-loved her."
ID you know Of anyone-think back
carefully before you reply-can you re-
call the name of anyone who could
profit in any possible way by her
death?'
There was moments pause, and
then Mrs. Ashley spoke, Slowly and
| hesitatinGly:
Tit seems like a terrible thing to
! do, doesn't it? To draw suspicion on a
| person who is in all probability perfect
| ly innocent. still ignorant of this fear
full thing which has happenedf"
You are not accusing anyone. my
dear Mrs. Ashley-you are not attach
ing an iota Of suspicion upon them.
You are merely stating facts which will
help me to eliminate many persons
from the list of those who might be di-
'rectlv or indirectly responsible for this
crime. You do know Of some one whom
Mrs Van Rensselaer's death would
benefit Who is this person.
Madge glanced at him in almost en-
treaty, then looked swiftly down, and
after a moments silence she said, in a
low, quvering tone:
Paul Hildreth.'
A Continuation of THIS Story VIII
he Found In Tomorrow
Issue of The Times.