Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-05-15

eara's srfp on the sirfs shoulder
frightened also; unconsciously. for her
thoughts were far away. The younger
woman's pensivs case rested on the
peaceful waters below. taking in the
slow approach Of the fog that was
soon TO envelop the land, Neither
spoke for many minutes: inecrutable
thinkers, each prey to thoughts that
leaped backward to the beginning and
took up the puszle at its inception.
II wonder" began Hetty, her ayes
narrowing with the intensity OF
thought. She did not complete the
sentence.
Sara answered the Unspoken ques.
ton. 1T will never be different from
what It IL now, unless you make II 30.
Hetty started. How could you have
known what I was thinking?" she
cried in wonder.
TT is what you are always think
Ing, my dear. You are always asking
"Sara!"
"Your own intelligence should sup
ply the answer to all the questions you
are asking Of yourself. 1t is too late
for me to turn against you" She alb
ruptly removed her hand from Hetty's
shoulder and walked to the edge OF
the veranda. For the first time, the
English girl was conscious Of pain.
She drew her arm up and cringed. She
pulled the light scarf about her bare
shoulders.
The butler appeared in the doorway.
1.-THE telephone, II you please, Miss
Castleton. MIR. Leslie Wrandall is
calling"
The girl etared. ''For me- Watson!"
Eyes, MISS"
Hetty had risen, visibly agitated.
What shall I say to him, Sarar
she cried.
Apparently it is he who has some-
| thing to say to you." said the other.
still smiling. "Wait and see what 1t
Is. Please don't neglest to say that
we'd like to have him over Sunday"
"A box Of flowers has just come up
from the station for you, MISS" said
| Watson.
Hctty was very white as she passed
|
sumed her contemplation of the fog
screened sound.
"Shall l fetch you wrap. ma'am?"
asked Watson, hesitatlrT.
Il am coming in. Watson. Open the
box Of flowers for Miss Castleton. Is
there fire in the library?"
Eyes, Mrs. WraRdall."
"Mr. Leslie will be out on Saturday.
Toll Mrs. Conklng"
1.-THE evening train. maam?'
mo. The eleven-thirty. He will
be here for luncheon"
When Hetty hurried into the library
a few minutes later. her manner was
that of one considerably disturbed by
something that has TRANSFERRED almost
on the moment. Her cheeks were
flushed and her eyes were refectors
OF q no uncertain distress Of mind
Mrs Wrandall was standing before
the fireplace, an exquisite figure in the
slinky black evening gown which she
affected In these days. Her perfectl!
modelled neck and shoulders CLEANED
like pink marble in the reflected glow
Of the burning logs. She wore no Jew
elry, but there was single white ros'
in her dark hair. where 1t had beef
placed by the whimsical Hetty an hou
earlier az they left the dinner table.
"He Is coming out on the eleven
thirty, Sara" said the girl nervously
unless you wiHaend the motor In TO
him. The body OF his car is being
changed and it's in the shop. He mus
have been testing when he said HI
J would pay for the petrol shoul'
have said gasoline"
Sara laughed. you will know hin
, better, my dear" she said. Leslie i
very light-hearted.'
HE suggested bringing a friend,
went on Hetty hurriedly. "A MI
Booth, the portrait painter"
Il met him in Italy. He is charm
, ing. You will like him. too. Hetty.
The emphasis did not escape notice.
ut seems that he is spending for
e night in the village, this Mr.. Bootf
painting spring lambs for rest an
recreation. Mr.. Leslie says"
Then he is at our very gates" sal
Sara, looking up suddenly
2 ri wonder IL he can be the man
saw yesterday at the bridge" muse
: Hetty "Is he tall?"
! Il really can't say. He's rattle
v vague. It was six or seven years ago.
1T was left that Mr.. Wrandall Is
como out on the eleven-thirty." g.
4 planned Hetty 81 thought you wouldn
n like sending either Of the motors in. u
"And Mr. Booth?"
b I'VE are to send for him after NJ
Wrandall arrives. He Is stopping &
v the inn, wherever that may be-
J. Poor fellow!" sighed Sara, with
y grimace. Il am sure he will like u
y Immensely il he has been stopping
the inn."
. Hetty stood staring down at tn
9 bla logs for a full minute befor
I giving EXPRESSION to the thought thu
troubled her.
" Sara" she said, meeting he
friends eyes with a steady light in he
o own, "why did Mr.. Wrandall ask Il
4 me instead OF you? 1t is you he
q. coming to visit, not me. 1t Is yo'
house. Why should"
=. my dear" said Sara glibly. Il a
10 merely his sister-in-law. It ~cnldr
be necessary to ask me II he shou
!" come. He knows he IL welcome"
Il "Then why should he feel called u