The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1914-05-29
CHAPTER Iv-consinues.

CHAPTER N-ConNnueS.
Beside Sara Wrandail, on the small.
pink divan, SAT- 3 stranger in this SOM
ber company: young woman In
Dlack whose pale face was uncovered,
and whose lashes were lifted so rarely
that one could not know or the deep.
real pain that lay behind them, II her
Irish blue eyes.
She had arrived at the house an
hour or two before the time set for
the ceremony, in company with the
widow. True to her resolution, the
widow of Challis Wrandall had re-
people until the last hour. She had
been consulted, TO be sure, In regard
20 the final arrangements, but the
meetings had taken place In her own
apartment, many blocks distant from
che house in lower Fifth avenue. The
afternoon before she had received
Redmond Wrandall and Leslie, his
eon. She had not sent for them. They
came perfunctorily and not through
Gny sense OF obligation. These two
at least knew that sympathy was not
what she wanted, but peace. Twice
during the two trying days, Leslie had
come to see her, Vivian telephoned.
On the occasion of his first visit,
Leslie had met the guest In the house.
The second time he called, he made
1t a point to ask Sara all about her.
II was he who gently closed the
door after the two women when, on
the morning Of the funeral, they en-
tered the dark, fower-laden room in
which stood the casltet containing the
body of his brother. He left them
alone together in that room for half
an hour or more, and 1t was he who
went forward TO meet them when they
came forth. Sara leaned on his arm
as she ascended the stairs to the room
where the others were waiting. The
ashen-faced girl followed.
Mrs. Wrandall. the elder, kissed
Sara and drew her down beside her
on the couch. To her own surprise, as
well as that OF the others, Sara broke
down and wept bitterly. After all,
she was sorry for Challis' mother. 1t
was the human instinct, she could not
hold out against 1t. And the older
she held against this mortal enemy
and dissolved into tears of real com
passion.
A little later she whispered broken
ly in Sara's ear: my dear, my dear.
ehis has brought US together. / hope
uot, will laarp IN louo
Sara caught her breath. but uttered
no word. She looked into her mother
1n-law's eyes, and smiled through her
tears. The Wrandalls, looking on in
amaze, saw the smile reflected In the
face OF the older woman. Then 1t was
that Vivian crossed quickly and put
he, arms about the shoulders of her
eister-in-law. The white flag on both
sides.
Hetty Castleton stood alone and wa
vering, Just inside the door No
stranger situation could be imagined
than the one in which this unfortunate
girl found herself at the present mo-
ment. She was virtually in the hands
OF those who would destroy her; she
was In the house OF those who most
deeply were affected by her act on
that fatal night. Among them all she
stood, facing them, listening to the
means and sobs. and yet her limbs did
not give way beneath her.
Some one gently touched her arm.
It was Leslie. She shrank back.
fearful look in her eyes. In the semi
darkness he failed TO note the express
sion.
Won't you sat here?" he asked, in
dicating the little pink divan against
the wall. Forgive me for letting you
.tand so long"
She looked about her, the wild light
still in her eyes. She was like a rat
In trap.
Her lips parted. but the word OF
thanks did not come forth, A strange,
harticulate sound. almost a gasp.
came instead. Pallid as a ghost. she
dropped Imply to the divan, and dug
her fingers into the satiny seat. AS
n fascinated, she stared over the
black heads Of the three women imme-
diately in front OF her at the full.
length portrait hanging where the
light from the hall fell upon e: the
portrait OF dashing youth In riding
togs.
A moment later Sara Wrandall came
over and sat beside her. Ths girl
shivered as with a mighty chill when
the warm hand OF her friend fell upon
hers and enyoloped It in a drm clasp.
His mother kissed me-" whispered
cara ibid you see7"
The zirl could not reply. She could