Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-11-07

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'Tn get my own men. Chicago Red is
in town. So is Dacey, with perhaps a
couple Of others Of the right sort, I'll
get them and Wen turn the trick to-
morrow night"
That's the stuff" Griggs agreed,
greatly pleased. ...t ~,
But a sudden shadow fell on the
face Of Carson. He bent closer to his
companion and spoke with fierce in
tensity that brooked no denial
"She must never know"
Griggs nodded understandingly.
Mary had gone to her bedroom for a
nap. She was not in the least sur
prised that Dick had not yet returned,
though he had mentioned half an
hour. At the best there were many
things that might detain him-his
fathers absence from the office. diff
culties in making arrangements for
his projected honeymoon trip abroad
which would never occur-or the
like. At the worst there was a chance
of finding his father promptly, and of
that father as promptly taking steps
to prevent the son from ever again
seeing the woman who had so indis-
creetly married him.
Yet somehow Mary could not believe
that her husband would yield to such
paternal coercion. Rather, she was
sure that he would prove loyal to her
whom he loved through every trouble.
At the thought a certain wistfulness
pervaded her and a poignant regret
that this particular man should have
been the one chosen of fate to be en-
tangled within her mesh Of revenge.
There throbbed in her heart tor
menting realization that there were In
life possibilities infinitely more splen-
did than the Joy Of vengeance. She
would not confess the truth even to
her inmost soul. but the truth was
there and set her atremble with vague
fears.
when Fannie awakened her.
IT'S a man named Burke" she ex-
planned as her mistress lay blinking.
"And there's another man with him.
They said they must see you."
BY this time Mary was wide awake,
for the name of Burke, the police in
spector, was enough to startle her out
of drowsiness.
She got up, slipped into a teagown,
bathed her eyes in cologne, dressed
her hair a little and went into the
drawing room, where the two men had
been waiting for something more than
q quarter of an hour-to the violent
indignation Of both.
"Oh, here you are, at last" the big,
burly man cried as she entered.
"Yes, inspector" Mary replied pleas.
antly, as she advanced into the room.
She gave a glance toward the other
visitor, who was Of a slenderer form,
with a thin, keen face, and recognized
him instantly as Demarest, who had
taken part against her as the lawyer
for the store at the time Of her trial,
and who was now district attorney.
She went to the chair at the desk and
seated herself in a leisurely fashion
that increased the indignation of the
fuming inspector. She did not ask her
self invited guests to sit.
ITO whom do owe the pleasure Of
this visit, Inspector" she remarked
coolly. 1t was noticeable that she said
whom and not what, as If she under
stood perfectly that the influence Of
some person brought him.
II have come to have a few quiet
words with you." the inspector de-
clared. Mary disregarded him, and
turned to the other man.
How do you do. Mr.. Demarest?"
she said evenly. IT'S four years since
we met, and they've made you district
attorney since then. Allow me to
congratulate you."
Demarest's keen face took on an ex-
preston of perplexity.
I'm puzzled" he confessed. There
is something familiar. somehow, about
you, and yet
Cant you guess?" Mary question
ed. Search your memory. Mr.. De-
marest."
The face of the district attorney
lightened.
Why" he exclaimed, you are-it
can't be-yes-you are the girl, you're
the Mary Turner whom I-oh, know
you now"
I'm the girl you mean, Mr.. Demar-
est, but for the rest, you don't know
me-not at ALL"
emptorily, the Twentieth Century
limited leaves Grand Central station at
o'clock. 1t arrives in Chicago at
S.55 tomorrow morning" He pulled q
massive gold watch from this waist
coat pocket, glanced at it. thrust II
back, and concluded ponderously
You will just about have time to catch
that train"
working for the New York Central
now?" Mary asked blandly.
You'd better be packing your
trunk" the inspector rumbled.
But why? I'm not going away"
"On the Twentieth Century limited
this afternoon" the inspector declar-
ed in a voice of growing wrath.
"Oh, dear, no."
Il say yes!" The answer was a
below. I'm giving you your orders
You will either go to Chicago or you'll
go UP the river"
IF you can convict me. Pray, no
tice that little word if"
The district attorney interposed very
suavely:
Il did once l remember"
But you can't do 1t again." Mary
declared with an assurance that eXcit-