The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1914-04-18

dali. It appears. had led gay life
4 Neglected his wife. Mrs. Wrandall
back for New York in an auto dur
binding snow storm. On the way
: aeets q young woman in the road
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CHAPTER Ii.-continued.
here was nothing left for me to
sut that"
nd why did you rob him?"
b, had ample time to think Of all
You may tell the officers they
find everything hidden in that
nhouse cellar. God knows do not
u them. am not a thief. I'm not
bad as that"
srs. Wrandall marveled. Not so
az that" And she was a murder
q wanton!
You are hungry. You must be fam
bd.s
No, I am not hungry. have not
Iught OF food" She said 1t in such
way that the other knew what her
ole mind had been given over to
Ice the night before.
fresh impulse seized her. you
Ill have food and a place where you
b sleep-and rest" she said. Nov
use don't say anything more do
{ want to know too much. The least
"a say tonight the better for-for
IN Of u.s."
With that she devoted all of her at
,ntion to the car. increasing the
,eed considerably. Far ahead she
,uld see twtnkling, will-o-the-wisp
ghts, the FIRST signs Of thickly popu-
tied districts They were still eight
( ten miles from the outskirts Of the
Ity and the way was arduous. She
rs conscious OF a sudden feeling OF
ntague. The chill of the night seemed
o have made itself felt with abrupt.
Lmost Supplying force. She won
Tered II she could keep her strength.
sor courage-her nerves.
The girl was English. Mrs. Wran-
aall was convinced of the fact, almost
Enthusiastically English
md apparently Of the cultivated type.
In fact, the peculiarities Of speech
hat determines the London show-girl
Dr. music-hall character we're wholly
lacking. Her voice, her manner. even
under such trying conditions, were
of the English woman
Of cultivation. Despite the dreadful
strain under which she labored. there
were evidences of that curious Sc
renity which marks the English wom-
IN Of the better classes; an Unborn
composure, Q calm orderliness Of the
emotions. Mrs. Wrandall was con-
scious of q sense Of surprise. Of q
wonder that increased as her thoughts
resolved themselves into something
less chaotic than they were at the time
Of contact with this visible condition.
For q mile or more she sent the car
along with reckless disregard for COM
fort or safety. Her mind was cropping
for something tangible In the way Of
intentions. What was she to do with
this creature? What was to become
Of hsrf At what street corner should
she turn her adrift? The idea Of
banding her over to the police did
hot enter her thoughts for an instant.
Somehow she felt that the girl was
. stranger to the city. She could not
explain the feeling. yet 1t was with
her and very persistent. OF course,
there was home of some sort. or
lodgings. or friends, but would he girl
dare show herself in familiar haunts?
She found herself wondering why
the poor wretch had not made way
with herself Escape seemed out Of
the question. That must have been
clear to her from the beginning. else
why was she going back there to give
herself up! What better way out of
II than selfdestruction. She would
advise the girl to leave the car when
they reached the center of q certain
bridge that spanned the river! No one
would and her.
Even as the thought took shape in
her mind, she experienced a great
sense Of awe, so overwhelming that
she cried out with the horror Of 1t.
She turned her head for a quick glance
at the mute. wretched face showing
white above the robe, and her heart
ached with sudden pity for her. The
thought Of that slender, alive thing
going down to the icy waters-her
soul turned sick with the dread Of It!
In that instant. Sara Wrandall-no
phflanthropist, no sentimentalist-
made up her mind to give this erring
one more than an even chance for sal
walton. She would see her safely
across that bridge and many others
God had directed the footsteps OF this
girl SO that she should fall in with
the one best qualified to pass judg
ment on her. It was in that person q
power to save her or destroy her. The
commandment, Thou shalt not kill.
took on a broader meaning as she con
sidered the power that was hers; the
power to kill.
A great relaxation came over Sara
Wrandsll. II was as II every nerve
every muscle in her body had reached
the swapping point and suddenly had
given way. For a moment her hands
were weak and powerless; her head
fell forward. In an instant she
conquered - but only partially-ths
strange feeling OF lassitude. Then she