The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-01-30

TOOm. Ine Dig nail 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 nature. The room in which
she had found so much delight was
now loathsome to her. With nervous
fingers she threw the small things she
most cherished into bag-her purse,
her jewels, her little treasures. Some.
how 1t seemed to her as IL she were
hurrying to catch n night train, that
was all. With her own strong young
arms she dragged the two huge trunks
from the closet. Half an hour later
they were full and locked. Then she
looked about with dry, mlrthless
smile.
II wonder where l am to GO" she
murmured. half aloud A momentary
feeling Of lndecision attacked her. The
click Of the balls had ceased, the clock
had struck IL. 1t was dark and still,
and the wind was crying In the trees.
"She won't CO." Lady Bazelhurst
was saying to herself ms she sat, mar
row eyed and hateful, in her window
looking out into the night. life is
too easy here" The light from the
porch lanterns cast feeble glow out
beyond the porte cochere and down the
drive. As she stared across the circle
the figure of a woman suddenly cut
a diametric line through 1t and lost IT.
self in the wall Of blackness that foSl.
ed the circumference. Lady Evelyn
started and stared unbeievingly into
the darkness, striving to penetrate 1t
with her gaze. 1T was she-Penelope,"
she cried, coming to her feet "She's
really gone-she meant It,"
For many minutes she peered out
into the night. expecting to see the
shadow returning. A touch of anxious
hope possessing her. she left the win
dow and hurried down the corridor to
Penelopes room. What she found
there was most convincing. II was not
a trick Of the lanterns. The shadow
had been real. 1t must be confessed
that the peevish heart of Lady Bagel-
hurst beat rather rapidly as she has
tened back TO the window to peer any.
iously out into the somber park with
its hooting owls and chattering night
bugs. The mournful yelp of n distant
dog foated across the black valley.
stories of panthers that had infested
the great hills. small feeling of
shame and pegret began to develop
with annoying insistence.
An hour dragged itself by before she
arose petulantly, half terrified. half
annoyed in spite of herself Her hus-
band still was sitting in the big chair.
his face in his hands. His small. de
jected figure appealed to her pity for
the first time in the two years of their
association. she realized what her
temper had compelled her TO say to
him and to his sister. She saw the In.
suits that at least one of them had
come to resent
81 hope that foolish girl will come
back" she found herself saying, with
a troubled look from the window.
"Where can the poor thing go? What
will become of her? What will every
one say when this becomes known?"
she cried, with fresh selfishness. Il
Il should not have let her 90 like
this
Even as she reproached herself
light broke in upon her understanding;
a thought whirled into her brain, and
rnnmpnf n a cI al
laugh came from her lips.
"Sbe knew where she could go! How
simple l am. Shaw will welcome her
gladly. She's with him by this time
his doors have opened to her. The lit
tie wretch! And I've been trying 80
hard to pity her." She laughed again
SO shrilly that his lordship stirred and
then looked up at her stupefed, I'M
certain.
"Hullor' he grunted. "What time
Is it?"
"oh, you're awake. are your scorn-
fully.
Certainly. Have been doing?
What's there to laugh at, my dearT
he mumbled, arising very unsteadily.
where's Penr'
Shes gone. She's left the house."
she said. recurring dread and anxiety
in her voice. A glance at the dark
ness outside brought back the grow
ing shudders.
"What-what dye mean?" demand.
ed he, bracing up with splendid ef- |
fort
She's left the house, that's all. We
quarreled. ! don't know where she's |
gone. Yes, l do know. She's gone to |
Shaw's for the night. She's with him.
saw her going" she cried striving
between fear and anger
"You've-you've turned her outf"
gasped Lord Bazelhurst numbly. "In
the night? Good Lord! Why-why
did you let her goT He turned and
rushed toward the door, tears spring.
Ing to his eyes. He was SOLDERING now
and the tears were wrenched from his
hurt pride, How long ago?"
"An hour or more. She went OF her
own accord Ynu'll find har M Sho yp,S