The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1914-07-31

Don't speak! Think first-thirk wall
Brandon Booth. 1t Is what you have
been seeking for months-the truth
You share the secret with us now
Again ! ask, is it safe with your"
my God!" he muttered again. and
passed his hand over his eyes. uis
brow was wet. He looked at his fin.
gers dumbly as if expecting to fud
them covered with blood.
is it safe with your" for the third
time.
Safe? Safe ?" he whispered. follo,r.
ing her example without knowing tha,
he did so. IL can't belis-s You
Sara. 1t can't be true"
1T is true"
You have knOwn-all this tinaa-
From that night when l stood whers
we are standing now"
"And-and-she?"
Il had never seen her until tina,
night. | saved her."
He dropped suddenly upon the trunk
that stood behind him, and buried hi.
face in his hands. For a long time
Sho otOOa v I'M, ucI INTEREST 0iTit.
ed between him and the hall, wherein
lay their present peril. )
Come" she said at last. Pull younl
self together. We must leave thi,d
place. If you are not careful they ]
will suspect something downstairs"
He looked up with haggard ewes.
studying her face with curious intent.
ness.
"Wha manner OF woman are Won
Sara" he questioned. slowly. won,
d~eTingly.
Il have just discovered that I am
very much like other women. after
all" she said. For awhile | thought
| was different, hat | was stronger
than my sex. But | am just as weak.
just as much to be pitied, lust as
much to be scorned as any one of my
sisters. | have spoiled a great act
by STOPPING to do a mean one. God
will bear witness that my thoughts
were noble at the outset; my heart
was soft. But come! There is much
more to tell that cannot be told here
You shall know everything"
They went downstairs and out into
the crisp autumn air. She gave direc.
tons to her chauffeur. They were
to traverse for some distance the same
road she had taken on hat Inflated
night a year and a half before. In
course Of time the motor approached
a aforementioned railway crossing.
Slow down, Cole" she said. This
is a mean place-a very mean place"
Turning to Booth, who had been slt
ting grim and silent beside her for
miles. she said, lowering her voice: q
remember that crossing yonder. There
Is a sharp curve beyond. This i. this
place. Midway between the two
crossings, l should say. Please re-
member this part Of the road. Bran
don, when | come to the telling OF
that nights ride to town. Try to pic.
ture this spot-this smooth. straight
road as it might be on a dark. freezing
night in the very thick of q screaming
blizzard, with all the world abed save
two women"
In his mind he began to draw the
picture, and to place the two women
In the center of it, without knowing
the circumstances. There was some
thing fascinating in the study he was
making. something gruesome and fun
of sinister possibilities for the land
of a yirile painter. He wondered how
near his imagination was to placing
the central figures in the picture sS
they actually appeared on that secroi
night.
At sunset they went together to tina
little pavilion at the end of the pier
which extended far out into the sound
Here they were safe from the ears
of eavesdroppers. The boats had been
slowed away for the winter. Ths
wind that blew through the open pa
v%ilion, now shorn of all its comforts
and luxuries, was cold, raw and repel
ling. No one would disturb them here
With her face set toward the sinking
east, she leaned against one of tn,
thick posts, and in a dull, emotionles,
voice, laid bare the whole story OF thai
dreadful night and the days that fol
lowed. She spared no details, sb
spared not herself in the narration