Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1914-01-14

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wa'a Carson. who was gr1nning In
high enjoyment ..s.e,:'@
"Neat little thing. amt IT." the man
asked. exnlt"ntly.
"Where did you get IT." Mary asked
| I'm Boston. last week. And between
you and me. Mary. it's the only model,
| and It sure Is corker"
| That night In the back room Of Bin.
| keys English Eddie and Carson sat
with their heads close together over a
table.
"A chance like this" Griggs was say
ing. "a chance that will make for
tune for all 1T u.s."
| 1T sounds good" Carson admitted,
wistfully.
swell" urged Griggs. what do you
say?"
| How would we split it?''
'"rhree ways would be right" Griggs
answered. Zone to me. one to you
and one to be divided up among the
! Others"
| Carson brought his fist down on the
table with a force that made the glass;
es Jingle.
you're on" he said, strongly.
"Fine" Griggs declared. and the two
men shook hands. Nov, III GET
Get nothing!' Carson interrupted
It'll get my own men. Chicago Red Is
in town So is Dacey. with perhaps a
couple of others Of the right sort. III
get them and we'll turn the trick to-
morrow night"
THAT'S the stuff" Griggs agreed.
| greatly pleased.
! But sudden shadow fell on the face
Of Carson. He bent closer to his COM
panion and spoke with fierce inten-
sity that brooked no denial.
"She must never know"
Griggs nodded understa ndingly.
Mary had gone to her bedroom for a
nap She was not in the least sur
prised that Dick had not yet returned,
though he had mentioned half an hour.
| At the best there were many things
that might detain him-his fathers
absence from the Office. difficulties in
making arrangements for bis project
ed honeymoon trip abroad - which
would never Occur-Or the like. At
the worst there was chance Of find
ing his father promptly. and of that
father as promptly taking steps to
| prevent the son from ever again see
ing the woman who had so indiscreet-
| ~ married him.
Yet somehow Mary could not believe
that her husband would yield to such
paternal coercion. Rather, she was
sure that he would prove loyal to her
| whom he loved through every trouble
| At the thought certain usefulness
pervaded her and poignant regret
that this particular man should have
| been the one chosen Of fate to be en-
| tangled within her mesh Of revenge
There throbbed in her heart torment
ing realization that there were in life
possibilities infinitely more splendid
than the JOY Of vengeance She would
| not confess the truth even to her in
most soul. but the truth was there and
set her atremble with vague fears.
She had slept. perhaps, half hour
| when Fannie awakened her.
! Its man named Burke" she ex-
planned as her mistress lay blinking:
"And there's another man with him
They said they must see you"
| By this time Mary was wide awake.
for the name Of Burke, the police in
| oh tn or vt1 ho,. mt
Of drowsiness.
She got up. slipped into teagown,
bathed her eyes In cologne. dressed
her hair little and went into the
dra wing room, where the two men
had been waiting for something more
than quarter of an hour-to the vio-
lent indignation Of both.
"Oh. here you are. at last!' the big.
burly man cried as she entered
Eyes. inspector" Mary replied pleas
antly, as she advanced into the room.
She gave glance toward the other
with thin. keen face, and recognized
him instantly as Demarest, who had
taken part against her as the lawyer
for the store at the time Of her trial.
and who was now district attorney
She went to the chair at the desk and
seated herself in leisurely fashion
that increased the indignation of the
Tuning inspector. She did not ask
her self invited guests to sit.
ITO whom do owe the pleasure of
this visit, tnspector?' she remarked
coolly. 1t was noticeable that she
said whom and not what, as IL she
understood perfectly that the influence
of some person brought him.
Il have come to have few quiet
words with you," the inspector de.
clared. Mary disregarded him. and
turned to the other man.
How do you do. Mr.. Demarest?''
she said evenly Its four years since
we met. and they've made you district
attorney since then. Allow me to con.
graduate you"
Demarest's keen face took on an ex
preston of perplexity.
I'm puzzled" he confessed. There
Is something familiar. somehow. about
you, and yet
Cant you guess?" Mary questioned.
Search your memory. Mr.. Demarest' y
The face Of the district attorney
frightened.
"Why!' he exclaimed. you are-it
can't be-yes-you are the girl, you're
the Mary Turner whom Lob, I know
you now"
I'm the girl you mean. Mr.. Demar-
est. but, for the rest, you don't know
me-nOt at all!'