Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-07-23

! to the chair-I could never live
through it'd die, too" 1t seemed
that upon this statement she made
her decision, for she talked to her
self no more until the taxicab rolled
up before the Casino and stopped.
And as she rose, her smile broke out
for the first time in that passage.
But it was a grave smile, whose
softness did not reach to her eyes
as though one smiled with the hui
NOR of God at the tragic. comedy IN
this world.
AN she called me a traitor-an,
she'll always believe it, what's more
she said
The piazza of the Casino, so gay
and colorful m summer, lay pleaK
and bare now under the cold NoVem-
Der wind and fading afternoon light,
so that Rosalie, sensitive to physical
impressions what with the tensity OF
her soul, shuddered as she passed
from the steps to the door. Within,
only a few lights were on; the res
| taurant, plainly, was letting business
fade away toward its winter quies-
cence. Near the door sat couple;
then two men, and there, in the re-
mote corner, was CLINT of golden
hair which could be only Betsy-Bar-
bara's. Opposite sat the focus of her
search-him whom Betsy-Barbara
still thought to be Senior Estrilla.
He was smiling just then, and his
hands were playing in swift, express
sive little gestures. AS Rosalie lie
Grange waved aside the head waiter
and took her interminable journey
across the room, it occurred to her
that however she finished and tied
this complex web of hers. these might
be the last smiles on his lips for
many a weary day.
He sat facing the. door; he per-
ceived her first; he rose with an ex-
preston of real surprise and pleas
ure. why, Mrs. lie Grange! How
did you get here?' he said; but now
mis- eye caught Betsy Barbara. She,
too, had risen, as one who acts at
last after long strain of repression.
Her color came and went; she was
looking at Rosalie and then back at
Estrilla.
Miss Lane said Rosalie in quiet
meaning voice, well excuse you.
Take your coat, dear"
Estrilla opened his mouth as though
to protest, made an inarticulate
sound. stopped. A green tinge came
over his face; beginning, at his
mouth, 1t crawled upward until 1t
enveloped his eyes, as cloud
shadow creeps across a landscape.
He leaned forward; his hands touched
the table, and so he steadied himself;
but never once did he turn toward
BetsyBarbara, now vanishing almost
at a run. His eyes were on Resale.
what does this mean?" he asked.
at means first that you had better
sit down. she said. THE waiter's
lookin' this way. a man in your
position can't afford to make a scene
in a public place"
Estrilla sank with an unsteady mo-
ton into his chair. At this physical
support, he seemed to grip his nerve.
what do you mean by my posi-
ton? Why do you come this way
Why"
Listen. First of all, I'm your
friend. Get that right awayl-I'm
here to help you. An I'm in hurry
So are you. Remember to hold on to
yourself while l tell you what I've
got to tell. The police have your sis
ter. BY tonight they'll be after you
Estrilla gripped the arms of his
chair; the green shade crept back.
He moistened his lips once or twice
with his tongue.
Remember" went on Rosalie I'M
der her voice, mo scene. Hold on to
yourself. Maxim one now is the last
thing you ought to do. Is the bill
paid? All right Now get your hat
Now put on your ulster. Yes, your
gloves an your stick" Estrilla
|obeyed her docilely. NOW come with
we can watch"
but my sister, don't care for
myself must go to-"
I'm here" said Rosalie LIE Grange
Ito do what l can for you an your
sister both. Now come, I tell YOU
or will you keep on bein' fool?"
At this dash of mental cold water he
rose. Rosalie walked close behind
him, ready to support him should he
stagger. Outside park foot police
man walked slowly down the path.
Estrilla saw him, started hesitated.
mot unless you make a scene!"
cried Rosalie, anticipating his
thought. TIN not arresting YOU
can't you understand that" She
hurried him to a lonely park bench,
half hidden in the shrubbery. When
she turned to look him full in the
face again his color was normal; he
had regained his grip. And he spoke
with touch of his old boyish in
souciance.
This is a little melodrama you are
staging, Mrs. lie Grange? Am I the
hero or the villain?"
Il expected you to be suspicious an
try to bluff this through" said Rosa
lie in her most matter-of -fact tone;
that's why / stole this note an
brought it here" She had been keep
ling her hands in her muif. She drew
them out now and handed him the
vital paper:
Il am telling to the police all I
know of my part and my brother s
ipart in the death of Captain John H.
FIanska. have confessed that we