The Raymer enterprise., 1914-11-19
CHAPTER It.-continued.

All. | had ample time to think OF all
that You may tell the officers they
viii find everything hidden in that
farmhouse cellar. God knows do not
want them. | am not a thief. I'm not
30 bad as that"
Mrs. WrandalI marveled Not so
bad as that" And she was a murder
ess, wantonl
"Ynu are hungry. You must be fam
ished"
No. am not hungry have not
thought Of food" She said II in such
u way that the other knew what her
whole mind had been given over to
aince the night before.
A fresh impulse seized her. You
shall have food and place where you
can Rleep-and rest" Rhe said. Now
please don't say anything more. do
not want to know too much The least
you say tonight. the better for-for
both Of US"
with that she devoted all OF her at
teution to the car increasing the
speed considerably Far ahead she
could see twinkling. will-o'-the, wisp
lights the first signs of thickly popu.
lated districts. They were still eight
or ten miles from the outskirts of the
city and the way was arduous. She
was conscious Of sudden feeling Of
fatigue. The chill OF the night seemed
10 have made itself felt with abrupt
almost stupefying force She won.
dered II she could keep her strength,
her courage-her nerves
The girl was English, Mrs Wran-
dali was convinced of the fact, almost
Immediately Enthusiastically English
and apparently Of the cultivated type
In fact. the peculiarities Of speech
that determines the London showgirl
or muslc-hall character were wholly
lacking, Her voice. her manner, even
under such trying conditions, were
characteristic OF the English woman
ot cultivation. Despite the dreadful
strain under which she labored, there
we're evidences OF that curious se-
renity which marks the English wom
an of the better classes; an inborn
cOmposure. calm orderltness Of the
emotions Mrs. Wrandall was con
sci0us Of a sense OF surprise, Of a
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 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 10 do with
this creature? What was TO become
OF herr At what street corner should
she turn her adrift? The idea Of
handing her over to the police did
not enter her thoughts for an instant
Somehow she felt that the girl was
a stranger 10 the city. She could not
explain the feeling, yet ii was with
her and very persistent OF course
there was a home Of some sort, or
lodgings, or friends hut 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
It than selftestFuctiun She would
advtBe the girl TO leave the car when
they reached the center OF certain
bridge that spauned tho river! No one
would find 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 It.,
She turned her head for a quick glance
a, the mute, wretchpd 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-nc
philanthropist. no sentimentalist-
made up her mind to give this erring
one more thar 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. II was in that persons
power to save her or destroy her. The
commandment Thou shalt not kill"
took on a broader meaning as she con.
siderei the power that was hers: the
power to kill.
A great relaxation came over Sara
Wrandall. II was as II every nerve.
every muscle In her L,.dy had reached
the swapping point and suddenly had
given way. For moment her hands
were weak and powerless: her head
fell forward. In an instant she
conquered - but only partially-the
strange feeling Of lassitude. Then she
realized how tired she was. how fierce
" the strain had told on her body and