Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-02-28

endI tnere is nothing left
LOT me to do but to punch his head. Z"
| thought | was getting on famously.
Sne gave me swift, curious glance.
On, ! am brave enough" said /. I
wondered If she had noticed that T
was passably good-looking man, as
men go.
what is done is done, YEARLY.
'Retrospection will do us no good"
What do you wish me to do?" I
asked presently.
1t was like writing a co1posite
novel, no one knowing what the other
chapters were about l had already
forgotten that had written play
which was to be produced the follow
ing night! forgot everything but the
potent charm of the mystery which
sat beside me and which l was deter
mined to unravel, as they say in de-
tective stories.
What do you wish me to do?"
repeated
Il will tell you when the time
comes For your own sake, be ad-
vised by me and do nothing rash. You
are so impulsive."
For my own sake do nothing rash;
was so impulsive! My hand wan
dered toward the door-latch, and fell
No! would stick it out, whatever
happened.
you are not afraid, are your" she
asked.
Afraid of ?"-adroitly.
II was right in waiting for you,"-
simply.
Maybe: that remained to be seen.
Are you wise in taking me there
tonight" l asked. This was very
cunning Of me.
She coughed slightly and peered
from the window. ten blocks more,
Oh, If only we dared go faster, faster,
and have it all over with"
IA policeman would delay us no
inconsiderable time cautioned.
"And think of it's being reported in
the papers! That wouldn't help mat
ters. They are bad enough as they
are" Doubtless they were!
She said nothing.
AOuidSc, COu1 oSC. o01uy ia
will end WELL" At least / sincerely
hoped it would end well. reached
over and touched her hand. She with
drew that member of an exquisite
anatomy as suddenly as If my touch
had stung her.
Then a horrible thought scorched
me. l had more than thousand dol
g. - r Id fn
my side of the carriage. The news
papers were teeming with stories Of
new bunko-games, and this might be
one of the classics of getting-rich-
quick on other peoples money. I
slyly buttoned up my coat. Anyhow,
it was chilly.
On, on we rolled; light after light
flashed into the window, gloom fol-
lowed gloom.
More than thousand dollars was a
large sum for an author to be carry
ing about: and If the exploit turned
out to be a police affair | might be
seriously questioned as to how an
author came by SO large sum. Yet,
as I thought of her necklace, ] felt
nv cheeks grow red with shame. It's
so hard to doubt a beautiful young
woman! Still, the jewelry might not
be real. Had she really mistaken
me? Ha! / had it. I would find out
what she was.
/ leaned over quickly and kissed
her cheek. There was not sound,
only | felt her shudder. She wiped
with her handkerchief the spot my
lips had touched. I was cad and a
wretch. When she did speak her
tones were even and low.
"I did not quite believe that OF
you"
81 could not help IT," declared.
ready to confess that I was an I'M
postor: and as / look back know
that I told the truth when said /
could not help 1t. I didn't care where
the carriage went, nor what the END
would be.
"And trusted you" The reproacn
was genuine.
I had nothing to say. My edifice
Of suspicious had suddenly tumbled
about my ears.
q AN sorry; l have acted like
cad. I am one" said finally
II was helpless. One after another
the men we trust fail u.s. she an
swered despondently.
MADAM, am wretch. | am not
the gentleman you have taken me ior.
have had the misfortune to resem-
hIo another gentleman.
IT never saw you before in all my
life nor any person that resembles
you" - ~
/ gasped. This was what the ola
dramatists called a thunderbolt from
heaven. / felt for my wallet: It was
still in my pocket inconsistency, !
grew angry.
aThen. what the devil"
"Do not add profanity to i'll man
ners,. she interposed. Perhaps !
have ls no right to complain. There is
the door sir; you have but to press
the hutton stop the driver. and get
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