Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1913-01-18

erson. You will have to wait-ve all
shall have TO wait the results of that
revelation. II 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 I have no
other duty now in life but to sustain
him through his trouble and then,
with what aid he can give. search out
and find the cause OF my daughters
death which / 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 l know"
Her hand fell clenched on her breast
and her eyes cleaned strangely. Mr..
Challoncr 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 people driving past /:
most OF whom know me. Come to the
house laJe--this evening, after Mr..
Brotherson's room is closed for the
night. I have a little sitting-room on
the other side OF the hall where we
can talk without being heard. Would
you object to doing that?"
NO, not at all" he assured her
Expect me at eight VIII that be toe
early?"
NO, no. Oh, how 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
10 her humor; he would see her soor
again and possibly lears something
which would amply repay him, bott
for his trouble and his patience.
But when evening came and she
turned TO face him IN that little sit
ting-room where he had quietly fol
lowed her, he was conscious of {
change in her manner which forbade
these high hopes.
Il don't know what you will thinl
Of me-" she ventured at last, motion
ing to a chair but not sitting herself
You have had time to think owe
what ! said and probably expect some
thing real-something you could te
people. But II isn't like that. It's
feeling-a belief. I'm so sure"
Sure Of what, Miss Scott?"
She gave glance, at the door b.
fore stepping up nearer. He had nc
taken the chair she preferred
Sure that have seen the face {
the man who murdered her. 1t was i
a dream" she whisperingly compile
ed, her great eyes misty with awe.
"A dream, Miss Scott?" He tried I
hide his disappointment.
Yes; | knew that It would SCUM
foolish 70 you; II sounds foolish to M
But listen, sir Listen TO what hav
TO tell and then you can judge. | wa
very much agitated yesterday. / ha
10 write q letter at Mr.. Brotherson
dictatiOn-a letter 10 her. You ca
understand my horror and the effol
! made 10 hide my emotion. ! W
quite unuerved. / could not sleep u
morning, and then-and them sa'
i hope / can describe it."
Grasping at a nearby chair, sh
leaned on # for support, closing he
eyes 20 all but that inner vision.
GREATNESS moment followed. then sh
murmured in strained monotonou
ones
Il see II agaln-just as ! saw It /
the early morning-but even nor
plainly, II that is possible A hall
=, q should call it hall, though | don
J remember seeing any place like it b
tore). With a little staircase at tn
: side, up which there comes q maj
, who stops just at the top and looH
! intently my way. There is fercenes
, in his face-a look which means n
good TO anybody-and as his han
] goes to his oveTcoat pocket, DRAWN
out something which ] cannot d
/ scribe, but which he handles as II
, were a pistol, feel q horrible fea
] and-and-" The chird was stagse
p ing, and the hand which was free hs