Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-06-08

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He walled homo swiftly through
the early night, hts brain seething With
tumultuous thoughts. The revela
fions of the day were Staggering; the
whole universe seemed 70 have turned
topsy<Wvy Ance uat devastating
hour at BUtonfs I'm. Somehow he
was not able to conAno his thoughts
to Hstty Cast1ekeo alone. She seemed
to sink into he background, despite
the ahsolutSoa he had BEEN 90 ready.
20 eager to grant her on bearing the
story fsom 6arsS hips. Not that hia
resolve b search her out and claim
her IN spits Of everything was likely
TO weaken, but that he absorbing DC.
iuro u easa Wfanda0 stood out most
clearly h h6 rehectionA
What an amazing creature she vas!
He could not drive her out Of his
thoughts. sven when he tried 10 con.
centrats thsm On the one person who
was dearest 10 him Of all in all the
world, his W0mhsartsd, adorable
Hsety. Strange contrasts suggested
'thsuselveo 20 him - he st1ode along,
head banf snd shoulders hupshed. He
could not help CONTRASTING tho two
women. He loved Hetty; he would
always love hsx. Of that he was post
tive. She was 6ara's superior in ev-
cry respect, Infinitely 90, he argued.
And yet there was something in Sara
thsf could crowd this adored ono. this
perfect one out Of his thoughts for tho
time being. He found It difficult to
concentrate his thoughts on Hetty
Castieton.
How white and III 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 we're
torrents Of tears behind them. They
hsd glistsned - IL FURNISHED by the
ores Of fever.
Even - hs wrote his long. trium.
plant letter to Hetty Castleton, the
picture Of Sara Wrendall encroached
upon his mental vision. He could not
drive It out. He thought Of her a.
she had appeared to him early in the
spring; through all the varying stages
Of their growing intimacy; through the
interesting days when he vatnly tried
70 translate bar 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
~. Her feverish eyes were looking
into his: she was reading what he
wrote before It appeared on the sur
face of the sheeI
His letter to Hetty was 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 allimportan. missive. At
last It was finished. He read and re-
read 1t. searching for the slightest
daw: . fatal word or suggestion that
might create In her mind the slightest
doubt as to his sincerity. She was
sure to read this letter great many
times, and always with the view to
finding something between tho lines:
such Is pity. resignation, an enforced
conception Of loyalty. or even faith!
He meant that she should find moth
ing there but love. It was full CT ten
derness. full Of hope. full Of promise.
He was coming to her with a stead
fast, enduring love in his heart, he
wanted her now moro than ever before.
There was no mention Of Challis
WrandaIl. and but once was Sara's
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 1t would not be safe
to anticipate the letter by cable
gram. It was not likely that any mes
sage he could send would have the
desired effect. Instead of reassuring
her, in all probability 1t would create
fresh alarm.
Sleep did not como to him until after
three O'Clock. At two he got up and
deliberately added . postscript to the
letter he had written. 1t was in the
nature Of . poignant plea for Sara
Wrandall Even ~ he penned these
fines, 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 well-meant postscript that her
ashsn face with its burning eyes
seemed to take shape in the night
beyond. It 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 single feature In the
face Of the girl he loved!
When he reached Southlook In the
morning, he found that nearly all of
the doors and windows were boarded
up. Wagons we're standing in the
stable yard. laden with trunks and