Putnam patriot., 1914-04-03

Neat little thing, a1n't ltF the man asked. exultantly.
 .Where did you get itY" Mary asked "In Boston. last week. And between YOU and me Mary, it's the only model, and it sure is a eorker."
 That night in the back room of Bin- keys English Eddie and Carson sat with their heads close together over a table
 "A chance like this.' Griggs was say ing. a chance that will make a for tune for all of us."
 .'It sounds good" Carson admitted, wistfully.
 Well" urged Griggs. what do you ny?'
 How would we split it?'
 "Three ways would be right" Griggs answered One to me, one to you and one to be divided up among the others
 Carson brought his fist down on the table with a force that made the glass es jingle.
 "You're on." he said. strongly.
 Fine" Griggs declared. and the two men shook hands NOW, I'll get''-
 Get nothingr' Carson interrupted. I'll get my own men. Chicago Red is in town. So is Dacey, with perhaps couple of others of the right sort. I'll get them and we'll turn the trick to- morrow night"
 That's the stuff." Griggs agreed. greatly pleased.
 But a sudden shadow fell on the face of Carson. He bent closer to his com panion and spoke with fierce inten- sity that brooked no denial.
 She must never know
 Griggs nodded understandingly
 Mary had gone to her bedroom for nap She was not in the least sur prsed that Dick had not yet returned. though he had mentioned half an hour. that night detain him-his fathers absence from the office. difficulties in making arrangements for his project ed honeymoon trip abroad - which would never oecur-or the like, At the worst there was q chance of find ing his father promptly. and of that father as promptly taking steps to prevent the son from ever again see ing the woman who had so indisereet- ly married him.
 Yet somehow Mary could not believe that her husband would yield to such paternal coercion. Rather, she was sure that he would prove loyal to her whom he loved through every trouble. At the thought certain wistfulness peryaded her and poignant regret that this particular man should have been the one chosen of fate to be en- tangled within her mesh of revenge. There throbbed in her heart torment ing realization that there were in life possibilities Infinitely more splendid than the joy of vengeance. She would not confess the truth even to her in- most soul. but the truth was there and set her atremble with vague fears.
 She had slept, perhaps, half hour when Fannie awakened her.
 Its a man named Burke" she ex- plalned as her mistress lay blinking. And there's another man with him. They said they must see you"
 By this time Mary was wide awake. for the name of Burke. the police in- spector, was enough to startle her cut of drowsiness.
 She got up, slipped into teagown, bathed her eyes in cologne, dressed her hair a little and went into the drawing room, where the two men had been waiting for something more than quarter of an hour-to the vio- lent indignati ton of both.
 "Oh. here you are. at last!" the big. ourly man cried as she entered.
 Yes, inspector" Mary replied pleas antly. as she advanced into the room. She gave a glance toward the other visitor. who was of slenderer form, With thin, keen face, and recognized ulm instantly as Demarest, who had taken part against her as the lawyer Tor the store at the time of her trial. and who was now district attorney. she went to the chair at the desk and seated herself in leisurely fashion that increased the indignation of the running inspector. She did not ask hef self invited guests to sit
 To whom do owe the pleasure of this visit inspector?" she remarked coolly. It was noticeable that she said whom and not what. as if she understood perfectly that the influence or some person brought him.
 have come to have a few quiet words with you" the inspector de clared. Mary disregarded him. and turned to the other man.
 How do you do. MT. Demarest? she said evenly Its four years since We met. and they've made you district attorney since then Allow me to con gratulate you"
 Demarests keen face took on an ex pression Of perplexity.
 I'm puzzled" he confessed There Is something familiar. somehow. about you, and yet
 Can't you guess?" Mary questioned Search your memory. MT. Demarest The face of the district attorney frightened.
 WhyT he exclaimed. "you are-it can't be--yes-yon are the girl, you're the Mary Turner whom I-oh. know YOIy uauru