The Madison journal., 1914-04-11


crossed over to the car and peered at
the face Of the sleeper.
Steve Morley" he said. "Fullern
goat"
please remove him from the car,
she directed
Later on, as he stood looking down
at the inert figure in the big rocking
chair, and painting from his labors, he
heard her say patiently:
And now will you be so good as to
direct me to the Post-road."
He scratched his head. This is
mighty queer. the whole business" he
declared. assailed by doubts. Sup
pose you are not Mrs. Wrandall, but
the other one. What them"
AS II In answer TO his question. the
man Morley opened his blear-eyes and
tried to get to his feet.
"What-what are we doin' here. Mis-
Wranall? Wha's up?"
"Stay where you are Steve" said
| the other. Its all right" Then he
went forth and pointed the way to
/
Circle" he said. Il don't envy you the
trip. Keep straight ahead after you
hit the Post-road" He stood there
listening until the whir of the motor
was lost in the distance. She'll never
make It," he said to himself. Its
more than a strong man could do on
roads like these. She must be crazy
Coming to the Post-road, she in
creased the speed of the car. with the
sharp wind behind her, her eyes in
tent on the white stretch that leaped
up in front OF the lamps like blank
wall beyond which there was nothing
but dense oblivion. But for the fact
that she knew that this road ran
straight and unobstructed into the out
skirts of New York, she might have
lost courage and decision. The natural
confidence of an experienced driver
was hers. She had the daring of one
who has never met with an accident,
and who trusts to the instincts rather
than to an actual understanding of
conditions. With her, it was not a
question Of her own capacity and
strength but a belief in the fidelity of
the engine that carried her forward.
1t had not occurred to her that the
task OF guiding that heavy, swerving
thing through the unbrcken road was
something beyond her powers OF en-
durance. She often had driven 1t
hundred miles and more without rest
ing. or without losing zest in the en-
terprise; then why should she fear
} the small matter Of 80 miles, even un'
der the most trying of conditions?
Sharply there came to her mind the
question: was she the only one abroad
in this black little world? What OF
the other woman? The one who was
!. being hunted? Where was she? And
, what of the ghost at her heels?
The car bounded over a railroad
; given by the man at the station ano
, hastily applied the brake. There was
: another and more dangerous crossing
a hundred yards ahead. She had beer
warned particularly to take 1t care
fully, as there was a sharp curve II
the road beyond.
Suddenly she jammed down thu
, emergency brake, a startled exclama
, ton falling from her lips. Not n
! feet ahead, in the middle Of the roaf
, and directly in line with the light o.
, the lamps. stood a black, motonlesi
i fgure-the figure Of woman WHOSE
8 head was lowered and whose armi
! hung Imply at her sides.
The woman in the car bent forwart
over the wheel. staring hard. Man,
i. seconds passed. At last the forior1
) object in the roadway lifted her fact
r and looked vacantly into the glare o
( the lamps. Her eyes were wide-open
] her face a CHASTITY white.
: God in heaven!" struggled from th'
stiffening lips Of Sara Wrandall. He
fingers frightened on the wheel.
E She knew. This was the woman
The long brown ulster; the limp
I fiuttering veil? "A woman about you
size and figure" the sheriff had said