The Lehi banner. [volume] (Lehi, Utah) 1891-1917, 1914-10-10
CHAPTER n.
The Sign Of the Three.

ooy III spring, the clamOrOus life of
New York running as fluent as quick.
silver through its brilliant streets.
Within-doors, neither sound nor sun.
beam disturbed a perennial quiet that
was yet not peace.
Inc room was like a wide. deep
well OF night, the haunt OF teeming
shadows and sinister silences.
Little. indeed. was visible beyond
the lonely shape that brooded over
II. the figure Of an old man motion.
less In great, leather.bound chair.
His hair was as white as his heart
was black. The rack OF his bones.
clothed In a thick black dressing.
gown with waist-cord OF crimson silk.
from the thighs down was covered by
black woollen rug. He stared I'm.
blinkingly at nothing: man seven.
eighths dead, completely paralyzed
but for his head and his left arm.
Presently faint clicking signal dis.
turbed the stiffness. Seneca Urine put
forth his left hand and touched one
OF row OF crimson buttons embedded
In the desk. Something else clicked
this time a latch. There was the
faintest possible noise OF a closing
door, and a smallish man stole noise.
lessly into the light, paused beside the
desk and waited respectfully for leave
to speak.
"Well?"
"A telegram, sir-from England"
Give II mel"
The old man seized the sheet OF yell
low paper, scanned It hungrily. and
crushed It in his tremulous claw with
gesture Of uncomfortable emotion.
Send my daughter Judith here!"
Two minutes later young woman
in street dress was admitted to the
chamber Of shadows.
you sent for me. father?"
| "Sit down"
She found and placed a chair at the
desk. and obediently settled herself
In II.
"Judith-tell me-what day Is this?"
my birthday am twenty-one."
And your sisters birthday: Rose,
too. is twenty-one."
yes"
you could have forgotten that" the
old man pursued almost mockingly
do you really dislike your twIn-sister
so intensely"
The girls voice trembled. "You
know" she said, I'VE have nothing in
common-beyond parentage and this
abominable resemblance. Our natures
differ as light from darkness"
And which would you say was
Light"
Hardly my own; I'm no hypocrite
Rose is everything that they tell m'
my mother was, while THE cir
! smiled Strangely think am more
your daughter than my mothers"
A nod of the white head confirmed
the suggestion. 1T is true, have
watched you closely, Judith, perhaps
more closely than even you knew
Before was brought to thistle
wasted hand made significant ges
ture-"I was man OF strong pas
sions. Your mother never loved, bu
rather feared me. And Rose is the
mirror OF her mothers nature, gentle
unselfish, sympathetic. But you, Ju
dith you are like second self Il
me-"
An accent OF profound satisfaction
informed his voice. The girl waited
in a silence that was tensely expect
ant.
Then, II on this your birthday
were to ask service OF you tina
might injuriously affect the happiness
OF your sister,"
The girl laughed briefly; 'onl!
ask IT,"
"And how far would you go to d.
my will?".
where would you stop in the serv
Ice of one you loved?"
Seneca Urine nodded grayely Ant
after a brief pause. Rose Is In love,
he announced,
"Oh, know know the fathe
affirmed with a faint ring of satisfac
ton. 81 am old, cripple. prisoner o
this living tomb; but all things
should know-somehow-l come t
know In course of time!"
ITS true-that Englishman sh'
scraped an acquaintance with on th'
Riviera last year-what's his name?-
Law, Alan Law"
ON the main," the father corrected
mildly. you are right. Only, he's no
English. His father was Wellington
Law. OF Law & Son"
she knew better than to interrupt
but her seeming patience was beliet
by the whitening knuckles OF hant
that lay within the little pool OF blood
red light, .uoI
And presently the deep voice roliee
nm. "Iaw and l we're once n1ends'