News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1914-09-30
CHAPTER XII.
The Day He Would Remember.

The Day He Would Remember.
The coming of the burglar brough
things to focus. 1t is an i'll wind tina
blows nobody good, and Jane, though
she was frightened half to DEATH saw
in this untoward incident strong ar
gumert to advance to Bob Her en-
deavor to wean him Lom his deter
mined GttitU>.o towards l5raud's offel
had met with little success. In fact
since the sharp rebuff she had re
ceived on the night OF the miliionaire's
first visit she had touched but lightly
on the matter. She had not conquered
her resentment of her husbands words
and she had gone blindly on in her
conspiracy" with Brand enjoying the
automobile rides and the small lux.
uries that his "adsance payments
brought without stopping to consider
how she was ultimately to earn her
wage.
Brand, strangely enough, had not
pressed her for reports. He seemed to
be as willing as she to let the affair
take its course and rely on some anal
coup for ssccess.
But Jane realized that nearly four
weeks had passed and that soon Brand
would have to have her husbands re-
pert on the cement or supply the SUI
perior kind and let the gold lie dor.
mant in the corn field" where he had
discovered it. If Bob was determined
to tread the straight and narrow path
che was equally determined that he
must not miss this opportunity of a
life time. And if she had had the
slightest doubts as to the probity OF
the transaction, the millionaire had
banished them. His ready speech and
the Dusinesslike tone of his arguments
had convinced her that his ideas were
simply the embodiment Of successful
tactics of the day.
Money makes money. That was
Brands constant theme. "Why, if Bob
gets this $4,000" he had told her,
that will be but the beginning OF his
fortunes. l can point the way to in
vestments and speculation that will
double or triple the sum for him in a
year."
So, Jane almost desperate now, de-
cided to make capital out of her dis
tress, and what she knew would be
Bob's distress, when he heard of her
peril and urge him again to take the
means Of escape from an environment
they both had come to realize was not
congenial.
She and Collins went over before
breakfast and viewed the scene of
chaos left by the night intruder. The
burglars endeavor to get away had
been much less orderly than his
stealthy entrance. Overturned chairs
and other evidences of disorder told
the story of the struggle he had had
with the little defender of the home.
Jane wept as her neighbor lifted the
body of the little terrier whose warn
ing and subsequent courage had, per-
haps, saved her from a greater calam-
ity than being robbed. Collins carried
the dog to a far corner Of the garden.
They buried him and heaped a mound
above the spot, Jane promising herself
that he should have a more permanent
monument to his loyalty in the future.
After much persuasion and repeated
assurances that they would never be
left alone again, she prevailed upon
her maid of all work to return to the
house and she set about putting it in
order.
In the evening Bob came. His sepa-
ration from Jane, though but a day, |
had seemed a week, for it was the |
first time. He took her in his arms |
and kissed her fervently. Reynolds |
love for his wife was, like himself, |
big and strong. The slight constraint |
Jane had felt since the advent of |
Brand and her clandestine meetings |
with him, had not impaired itself to |
Bob, for he was ignorant Of the cause. |
He was by nature very tender with |
those he loved. His address to Jane |
after five years of married life still be- /
took Of the endeaTing terms of honey /
moon days. To the ears of aliens this 1
tUrtle-dove patois often strikes a dis
cordant note. Either it bespeaks /
hypocrisy and provokes a smile from /
the knowing, or il stamps the speaker
as a sentimental idiot. But from Bob /
tender phrases never had the sound
Of platitudes. They rang true. They
took their strength from him and de-
manded like for like.
There are some women upon which
such sinceEe devotion and respect as
Reynolds gave his wife seem to pail;
but they are not women; they are
mere animated sparks, handmaidens
in a armament Of souls who dance and
sparkle for a while, but who, lacking