The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1914-05-07

only stare at the open door. A small,
hatchet-faced man had come up from
below and was nodding his head to
Leslie Wrandall-a man with short
side whiskers, and a sepulchral look
in his eyes. Then, having received a
sign from Leslie, he tiptoed away. AL
most instantly the voices Of people
singing softly came from some distant
remote part Of the house.
And then, little later, the per-
fectly modulated voice Of man in
prayer.
Back of her, Wrandalls; beside her,
Wrandalls; beneath her, friends of the
Wrandalls; outside, the rabble, those
who would join with these black,
raven-like specters in tearing her TO
pieces if they but knew!
The droning voice came up from be-
low, each well-chosen word distinct
and clear: tribute beautiful to the ire
proachable character of the deceased.
Leslie watched the face of the girl,
curiously fascinated by the set, emo
tionless features, and yet without a
conscious interest in her. He was
duly sensible to the fact that she was
beautiful, uncommonly beautiful. 1t
did not occur to him to feel that she
was out of place among them. that she
belonged down stairs. Somehow she
was a part of the surroundings, like
the specter at the feast.
II he could have witnessed all that
transpired while Sara was in the room
below with her guest-her companion.
as he had come to regard her without
having in fact been told as much-he
would have been lost in maze of the
most overwhelming emotions.
To go back: The door had barely
closed behind the two women when
Hetty's trembling knees gave way be-
meath her. With low moan of hor-
ror, she slipped to the floor, covering
her face with her hands.
Sara knelt beside her.
Come" she said gently, but firmly;
"T must exact this much of you. II
we are to go on together, as we have
planned, you must stand beside me at
his bier. Together we must look upon
him for the last time. You must see
him as | saw him up there in the
country l had my cruel blow that
night. 1t is your turn now. | will not
blame you for what you did. But if
you expect me TO go on believing that
you did a brave thing that night, you
must convince me that you are not a
coward now. 1t is the only test | shall
put you to. Come; ! know it is hard,
know it Is terrible, but 1t is th0true
test of your ability to go through with
it to the end. | shall know then that
you have the courage to face anything
that may ccme up"
She waited long time, her hand on
the girls shoulder At last Hetty
arose.
"You are right" she said hoarsely
II should not be afraid"
Later on they sat over against the
wall beyond the casket, into which
they had peered with widely varying
emotions. Sara had said:
"You know that | loved him."
The girl put her hands to her eyes
and bowed her head.
ooh, how can you be so merciful
to me?"
Because he was not" said Sara
white-lipped. Hetty glanced at the
half-averted face with queer. indescrib
able expression in her eyes.
II Leslie Wrandall could have looked
in upon them at that moment, or al
any time during the half an hour that
followed, he would have known who
was the slayer of his brother, but il
is doubtful if he could have had the
heart to denounce her to the world.
When they were ready to leave the
room Hetty had regained control o.