Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1914-08-15

tive She was Sara's superior in ev-
cry respect, infinitely SO, he argued.
And yet there was something in Sara
that could crowd this adored one this
perfect one out of his thoughts for the
time being. He found it difficult to
concentrate his thoughts on Hetty
Castleton-
How white and i'll Sara had looked
when she said good night to him at
the door, The memory of her dark.
mysterious eyes haunted him; he
could see them in the night about him.
They had been full of pain; there were
torrents of tears behind them. They
had glistened as if FURNISHED by the
fires of fever.
Even as he wrote his long, trium-
plant letter to Hetty Castleton the
picture of sara Wrandall encroached
upon his mental vision. He could not
drive it out. He thought of her as
she had appeared to him early in the
spring; through all the varying stages
of their growing intimacy; through the
interesting days when he vainly tried
to translate her matchless beauty by
means of wretched pigments; up to
this present hour in which she was
revealed, and yet not revealed, to him.
Her vivid face was always before him.
between his eyes and the thin, white
paper on which he scrubbed SO eager
ly. Her feverish eyes were looking
into his; she was reading what he
wrote before it appeared on the sur
face of the Sheet
His letter to Hetty was a triumph
of skill and diplomacy, achieved after
many attempts. He found it hard not
to say too much, and quite as difficult
not to say too little. He spent hours
over this all-important missive. At
last it was finished. He read and re-
read it, searching for the slightest
flaw: a fatal word or suggestion that
might create in her mind the slightest
doubt as ITO his sincerity She was
sure to read this letter great many
times, and always with the view to
finding something between the lines;
such as pity, resignation, an enforced
conception of loyalty, or even faith!
He meant that she should find moth
ing there but love. 1t was full of ten
derness, full of hope, full of promise.
He was coming to her with stead
fast, enduring love in his heart, he
wanted her now more than ever before.
There was no mention of Challis
w
name used There was nothing in
the letter that could have betrayed
their joint secret to the most acute
outsider, and yet she would under
stand that he had wrung everything
from Sara's lips. Her secret was his.
He decided that it would not be safe
to anticipate the letter by a cable
| gram. 1t was not likely that any mes
sage he could send would have the
| desired effect. Instead of reassuring
her, in all probability it would create
! fresh alarm.
Sleep did not come to him until after
| three o'clock. At two he got up and
| deliberately added a postscript to the
| letter he had written 1t was in the
nature of a poignant plea for Sara
| Wrandall. Even as he penned these
lines, he shuddered at the thought OF
what she had planned to do to Hetty
Castleton. Staring hard at the black
window before him, the pen still in
his hand, he allowed his thoughts to
dwell so Intimately on the subject OF
| his we1l-meant postscript that he1
ashen face with it's burning eyes
seemed to take shape in the night
beyond 1t was long time before
he could get rid of the illusion. After
| wards he tried to conjure up Hetty's
| face and to drive out the likeness OF
the other woman, and found that he
could not recall a single feature in the
face of the girl he loved!
When he reached Southlook in the
morning, he found that nearly all o.
the doors and windows were boarded
up. Wagons were standing in the
stable yard, laden with trunks and
|
scurrying about the halls. There was
an air of finality about their move
ments.
Yes, SIR" said Watson, in repl,
to his question, I'VE are in a rush
Mrs. Wrandan expects to close tn
'ouse this evening, sir We all go u
this afternoon. 1 suppose you know
sir, we ave taken a new apartment
in town"
mol" exclaimed Booth.
Yes, sir, we ave, sir They'v
been decorating it for the pawst tw'
weeks. Seems like she didn't care TO
the old one we 'ad AS a matter o
fact, l didn't care much for it, either
She's taken one of them hexpensiv
ones looking out over the park, sil
You know we used to look out owe
Madison avenue, sir, and God know
it wasn't hinspirin'. Yes, sir, we g
up this afternoon. Mrs. Wrandal
will be down in a second, thank yor
sir"