Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1913-09-04
CHAPTER xxvIII.-continusd.

Il cannot tell; do not know" said
she. Nobody knows, not even the
doctor. what effect the news we dread
to give him will have upon Mr.. Broth
erson. You will have 70 wait-we all
shall have to wait the results of that
revelation. 1t cannot be kept from
him much longer"
You have had much to carry for
one SO young" was Mr.. Challoner's
sympathetic remark you must let
me help you when that awful moment
comes. | am at the hotel and shall
stay there till Mr. Brotherson Is
pronounced quite well. l have no
other duty now In lite but to sustain
him through hiH tronble and then,
with what aid he can give, search out
and find the cause of my daughters
death which l will never admit with
out the fullest proof, to have been
one of suicide"
Doris trembled.
1T was not suicide" she declared,
vehemently. 81 have always felt sure
that it was not; but today / know"
Her hand fell clenehed on her breast
and her eyes cleaned strangely. Mr..
Challoner was himself greatly startled
''I've not told any one," she went
on, as he stopped short in The road.
In his anxiety to understand her. But
will tell you. ONLY, not here, not
with all these peopie driving past;
most of whom know me. Come to the
house later-this evening, after Mr..
Brotherson's room is closed for the
night. / have little sitting-room on
the other side Of the hall where we
can talk without being heard Would
you object to doing that?"
mo, not at ALL" he assured her
Expect me at eight Will that be too
early?"
mo, no. Oh, b3w those people
stared! Let us hasten back or they
may connect your name with what we
want kept secret"
He smiled at her fears, but gave In
to her humor; he would see her soon
again and possibly learn something
which would amply repay him, both
for his trouble and his patience.
But when evening came and she
turned to face hin. in that little sit
ting-room wheru hs had quietly fol-
lowed her, he Ans conscious of a
change, in her mnaner which forbade
these high hopes.
Il don't know what you will think
Of me" she yentured at last. motion
ing to chair but not sitting herself.
You have had time to think over
what said and probably expect some
thing real-something you could tell
people. But it int like that. It's a
feeling-a belief. I'm SO sure"
Sure of what Miss Scott?"
She gave glance at the door be-
fore stepping up nearer He had not
taken the chair she proffered
Sure that l have seen the face of
the man who murdered her. 1t was In
dream" she wnisperingly complet-
ed, her great eyes misty with awe.
A dream, Miss Scott?" He tried to
hide his disappointment.
Yes; knew chat it would sound
foolish to you; it sounds foolish to me.
But listen, sir. Listen to what | have
to tell and then you can judge. / was
very much agitated yesterday. | had
to write letter at Mr.. Brotherson's
olctation--a letter to her. You can
understand my horror and the effort
made to hide my emotion. I was
quite nnnerved. could not sleep till
morning. and then--and them saw
II nope can describe it."
0rasping at nearby chair. she
leaned on it for support, closing her
eyes to all but that inner vision. A
GREATNESS moment followed. then she