The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-10-02

She Had but to Show Him Those
Letters.
Enid could hardly have destroyed his
recollection Of her. How much more
impossible 1t was since the other wo-
man had fought so heroically and so
successfully for her honor. Woman.
hood demanded her silence. Loyal.
ty. honor, compelled her silence.
A dead hand grasped his heart and
the same dead hand grasped hers.
She could see no way out of the diff
f1culty. So far as she knew no hu-
man soul except old Kirkby and her.
self knew this womans story. She
could not tell Newbold and she
would have to impose upon Kirkby
the same silence as she herself
exercised. There was absolutely
no way in which the man could
find out He must cherish his dream
as he would. She would not enlight.
en- him, she would not disabuse his
mind, she could not shatter his ideal,
she could not betray his wife. They
might love as the angels Of heaven
and yet be kept forever apart-by
scruple, an idea, a principle, an abb
straction, honor a name.
Her mind told her these things
were idle and foolish, but her soul
would not hear Of it. And in spite of
her resolutions she felt that even
tually there would be some way. She
would not have been a human wo.
man if she had not hoped and prayed
that She believed that God had ere.
ated them for each other, that he
had thrown them together, She was
enough of fatalist in this instance
at least to accept their intimacy as
the result of His ordination. There
must be some way out Of the dilem.
ma.
Yet she knew that he would be
true to his belief and she felt that
she would not be false to her obli.
cation. What of that? There would
be some way. Perhaps somebody
else knew, and then there flashed
into her mind the writer Of the let.
tiers. Who was he? Was he yet
alive? Had he any part to play in
this strange tragedy aside from that
he had already assayed?
Sometimes an answer to a secret
query is made openly. At this juno
ture Newbold came back. He
stopped before her unsteadily, his face
now marked not only by the fierce.
ness of the storm outside, but by
the fiercer grapple of the storm in
his heart.
You have right" he began, ito
know everything now. l can with.
hold nothing from you"
He had in his hand picture and
something yellow that cleaned in
the light, There" he continued ex.
tending them toward her, lis the pic.
ture of the poor woman who loved
me and whom l killed, you saw 1t
once before"
Yes" she nodded, taking It from
him carefully and looking again in
a strange commiXture of pride, re-
sentiment and pity at the bold, some
what coarse, entirely uncultured, yet
handsome face which gave no evi.
dence Of the moral purpose which
she had displayed.
"And here" said the man offering
the other article, SIS something that
no human eye but mine has ever
seen since that day 1t is a locket
took from her neck. Until you
came | wore it next to my heart"
And since them"
Since then | have been unworthy
her as l am unworthy you, and I
have put 1t aside"
"Does 1t contain another picturer"
"Yes."
"Of herr"
"A mans face"
Yours"
he shook his head,
Look and see," he answered
Press the spring"
Suiting action to word, the newt
second Enid Maitland found herself
gazing upon the pict red semblance
OF Mr. James Armstrong! She was
utterly unable TO suppress an excla.
nation and start Of surprise at the
astonishing revelation. The man
looked at her curiously; he opened
us mouth TO question her but she