The Denison review., 1914-12-09
CHAPTER L,v.
The Wife.

dtth, returning from the double fu-
neral OF her father and sister, dotted
her mourning for a gown less somber
and more suited 10 the atmosphere Of
sickroon. then relieved the nurse
in charge of Alan.
He remained al he had been ever
since the falling Of the thunderbolt-
in absolute coma
But ne lived, and-or the physicians
liedAmust soon regain consciousness.
Kneeling beside his bedside Judith
prayed long and earnestly.
When she arose it was to answer
tap upon the door. She admitted
Tom Barcus and suffered him to lead
her into the recess OF the window.
where they conversed In guarded
tones in spite Of the fact that the
subject of their communications could
not possibly have heard them.
"Tve come to tell you something"
Barcus announced with characteristic
awkwardness, I've known 1t for
three days-ever since the wedding,
in fact-and kept 1t to myself. not
knowing whether ought to tell you
yet or not"
He paused. eyeing her uncertainty,
unhappily.
II am prepared" Judith assured
him calmly.
You're nothing Of the Sort" he
countered. argumentative. "You
couldn't be. It's the most amazing
thing Imaginable. /. See here ="
"Well?"
"You understand, don't you. that
Alan must never know that Rose was
killed by that lightning stroke?"
what do you mean?"
"I mean." the man floundered mis-
e-ably. you see. he loved her sol
thought-I'm sure It would be best
il you can bring yourself to ito let
him 60 on believing 1t wasn't Rose
who was killed, but Judith. And that's
skating SO close to the truth that II
makes no difference: the Judith Alan
knew and the Judith I knew in the
beginning is gone as completely as
though she and not Rose had been
AfT4~
killed
After a long pause. the girl asked
him quietly: Il understand. But 10
1t possible you don't understand that.
II were to consent to this proposi.
tion, lend myself to q deception which
I must maintain through all my life
to COMEDIAN would consider me his
Wife,"
'Well. but-you see-you are his
wife. Oh. don't think I'm of my
bat. I'm telling you the plain. unvar.
nished truth. You are Alan,s wife.
No, listen to me. You remem.
Der that day In New York when you
substituted for Rose. when Alan tried
to elope with her. and you went with
him to Jersey City, and stood up to be
married by preacher:E,W named
Wright-and Marrophat broke In just
at the critical moment and busted up
the party?"
"Well?" she demanded breathlessly.
Barcus produced folded yellow pa.
per from his coat pocket and prof
fered 1t.
"Read that. It was handed to me
as best man. just before the cere-
mony. Seeing it was addressed to
Alan and knowing he was in no frame
Of mind to be bothered by kilograms.
slipped it into my pocket and forgot
all about 1t temporarily. When |
came to find 1t. took the liberty Of
reading 1t. But read it for yourself"
The typewritten lines Of the long
message blurred and ran together al.
most indecipherably in Judith's vision.
None the less. she contrived to grasp
the substance Of its meaning.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU WIRE ME-
SOONER" it ran: MARRIAGE TO
ROSE IMPOSSIBLE. REV. MIR.
WRIGHT INFORMED ME- YOUR
MARRIAGE TO JUDITH LAST
WEEK HAD GONE TOO FAR WHEN
MARROPHAr INTERRUPTED. JU.
DITH LEGALLY YOUR WIFE.
WOULD HAVE ADVISED YOU
SOONER HAD YOU LET ME KNOW
WHERE TO ADDRESS YOU. HOPE
TO HEAVEN. THIS GETS TO YOU
BEFORE TOO LATE"
The message was signed with the
name of Alan's confidential man of
business in New York.
When Judith looked up she was
alone in the room. but for the silent