The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1914-06-18

magazine nao disappeared. He never
saw 1t afterward, and what is more to
the point, he never asked her to pro-
duce 1t.
He thought hard over the situation.
The obvious solution came to him:
She had been at one time reduced to
the necessity of posing, circumstance
evidently known to but few and least
of all to Sara Wrandall, from whom
the girl plainly meant to keep the
truth. This conviction distressed him,
but not in the way that might have
been expected. He had no scruples
about sharing the secret or in keeping
it inviolate; his real distress lay in
the fear that Mrs. Wrandall might
hear of all this from other and per-
haps ungentle sources. AS for her pos
ing for Hawkright, It meant little or
nothing to him In his own experience,
two girls of gentle birth had served as
models for pictures of his own max
ing. and he fully appreciated the exi-
gencies that had driven them to 1t.
One had posed In the altogether"
She was a girl of absolutely IRE
proachable character, who afterward
married a chap he knew very well.
and who was fully aware of that short
phase in her life. That feature of the
situation meant nothing to him. He
was in no doubt concerning Hetty. She
was what she appeared to be: A gen
tlewoman.
He admitted to himself that he was
under the spell of her. 1t was not
love, he was able to contend; but
it was a mysterious appeal to some
thing within him that had never re-.
vealed itself before. He couldn't
quite explain what it was.
In his solitary hours at the cottage
on the upper road, he was wont to
take his friend Leslie Wrandall into
consideration. AS friend, was 1t not
his duty to go to him with his sordid
little tale? Was it right to let Wran-
dali go on with his wooing when there
existed that which might make all the
difference in the world to him? He
invariably brought these deliberations
to close by relaxing into grim smile
of amusement, as much as to say:
Serve him right, anyway. Trust him
to sift her antecedents thoroughly.
He's already done it, and he is quite
satisfied with the result. Serve them
all right, for that matter"
But then there was Hetty Glynn.
What of her? Hetty Glynn, real or
mythical, was disturbing factor in
Hetty Glynn and she was Hetty Cas-
tleton's double, what then?
On the fifth day of a series of rather
prolonged and tedious sittings, he was
obliged to confine his work to an hour
and half in the forenoon. Mrs. Wran-
dali was having a few friends in for
auction-bridge Immediately after lunch
con. She asked him to stay over and
take hand, but he declined. He did
not play bridge.
Leslie was coming out on an evening
train Booth, in commenting on this,
again remarked sharp change in Het-
tvs manner. They had been convers-
ing somewhat bouyantly up to the mo-
ment he mentioned Leslies impending
visit In flash her manner changed.
A quick but unmistakable frown sue
ceeded her smiles, and for some rea-
son she suddenly relapsed into state
OF reserve that was little short of sui
len. He was puzzled, as he had been
before.
The day WAS hot. Sara volunteered
TO take him home in the motor. An
errand in the village was the excuse
she gave for riding over with him.
Heretofore she had sent him over
alone with the chauffeur.
She looked very handsome, very
tempting, as she came down to the
car
by Jove," he said to himself, "she
is wonderful"
He handed her into the car with the
grace Of courtier, and she smiled
lpon him serenely, as a princess might
have smiled in the days when knight
hood was in flower
When she sat him down at his little
garden gate, he put the question that
had been seething in his mind all the
way down the shady stretch they had
traversed.
Have you ever seen Hetty Glynn,
the English actress?"
Sara was always prepared. She knew
the question would come when least
expected.
"Oh, yes" she replied, with inter-
est. Have you noticed the resem.
blance? They are as like as two peas
In a pod. Isn't 1t extraordinary"
He was a bit staggered. II have
never seen Hetty Glynn," he replied.
"Oh? You have seen photographs
of herr" she inquired casually.
What has become of herr" he ask
ed. ignoring her question. rs she still
on the stage"
Heaven knows" she replied lightly.
Miss Castleton and l. were speaking
of her last night. We were together
the last time ! saw her. Who knows?
She may have married into the nobili-
ty by this time. She was a very poor