Saturday news. (Watertown, S.D.) 19??-19??, 1914-02-05

table.
"a chance like this Griggs was say.
Ing, "a chance that VIII make a for,
tune for all of us"
at sounds good Carson admitted.
wistfully.
-weii,s urged Griggs, what do you
sayg'
How would we split ity''
.sThree 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
IS jingle.
You're on" he said. strongly.
"Fine!' tsriggs declared. and the two
mel shook hands. Now. I'll GET
Get nothingr Carson interrupted.
'INH get my own men. Chicago Red is
in town, So is Dacey. with perhaps a
couple of others Of the right sort, I'll
get them and we'll turn the trick to-
morrow night"
That's the stuff" Griggs agreed,
greatly pleased.
But a sudden shadow fell on the face
of Carson, He bent closer to his com
panion and spoke with a fierce inten-
sity that brooked no denial.
"She must never know
Griggs nodded understandingly.
Mary had gone to her bedroom for a
nap She was not In the least sur
prised that Dick had not vet returned.
though he had mentioned half an hour,
At the best there were many things
that might detain himhis fathers
absence from the office. difficulties in
making arrangements for his project
ed honeymoon trip abroad which
would never occur-or the like. at
the worst there was a 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-
ly married him.
Yet somehow Mary could not believe
that her husband would yield to such
4HE = ~ oliC & q
sure that he would prove loyal to her
whom he loved through every trouble
At the thought a certain usefulness
~pervaded her and a toignunt regret
that this particular should have
been the one chosen of fate t. be
tangled within her mesh of revenge
There throbbed in her a 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. a half hour
when Fannie awakened her.
"It's a man named Burke.r She ex-
planned as her mistress lay blinking.
And there's another man with him
They said they must see 0
BY this tirae Mary was wide awake.
for the name of Burke. the police in
spector. was enough to startle her out
of drowsiness.
She got up. slipped into a teagown.
bathed her eyes in cologne. dressed
her hair a little and went into the
drawing room. where the two men
had been waiting for something more
than a quarter of an hour--to the VIC
lent Indignation of both.
sob. here you are. at last" the big.
burly mar cried as She entered.
@Yes. inspector" Mary replied pleas
antly. as she advanced into the room.
She gave a glance toward the other
visitor. who was of a slenderer form.
with a thin, keen face, and recognized
him instantly as DemaresE. 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 tie desk and
seated herself In a leisureIy fashion
that increased the Indignation of the
fuming inspector. She did not ask
her self invited guests to sit,
ITO whom do | owe the pleasure of
this visit. INSPECTOR she remarked
eoolly. 1t was noticeable that she
said whom and not what, as If she
understood perfectly that the Influence
Of some person brought him.
4 have come to have a few quiet
words with you. the inspector de-
clared. Mary disregarded kim. and
turned to the other man.
How do you do. MI. Demarest?s'
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.
"Pm puzzled. he confessed. There
is something fa1niliar. somehow. about
you, and vet
Cant You gness7s Mary questioned.
Search your memory, Mr.. Demarest,s
The face of the district attorney
Hglitened.
sWhy?' he exclaimed, '.you are--it
cant 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 aili'
Young woman. Burke said. per-
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limited leaves Grand Central station
at A o'clock. IL arrives In Chicago ut