The Detroit times., 1914-03-23


I pausing 10 consider. | stepped to The
door and brought the miniature to
The light II was womans race
that was painted on the ivory, ana al
| first sight Of that face my heart
stopped beating and Il cry escaped
my lips, for the face was Marys.
would have staked my life on
this. but presently as ! gazed | real
lied that IL was. and was not, Mary
There were the same dark eyes, the
same clear skin and delicateiy CHS
eled features. but there was diner
ence. too ! do not know how long l
stood with the morning light Hash.
ing on the pictured face, surrounded
By its circle OF blazing gems, but
sudden movement on the part OF the
sick man brought me back TO earth
virginia--James Town-the hut.
turned from the door with
mighty sinking Of the heart, Marshall
had reused TO consciousness. ana
there was no mistaking the look In
those burning eyes that were hxeo
upon me.
Damn you, sir" said he in a chok-
| ing voice. Who are you. and what
are you-but what need to ask
could have known this would be your
chance, Put that down; 1t cannot
concern you"
For his glance was now on the PIC
ture In my hand.
No honest man is good for much In
such an emergency. and l stammereu
something about the picture having
fallen from his pillow; but he only
laughed with that willy look that
had seen in his eyes that day IN
Pauis churchyard.
| "You spy" he cried, with such con
tempt in his tone that feit my
cheeks blaze.
| But I made a step forward and put
the circle of ivory in his open palm.
There ensued long silence.
| wished 10 vindicate myself In his
sight, but realized that his judgment
of me was fixed and unalterable, ana
based on reasons OF which l knew
nothing. save only that they existed.
Yet l swiftly passed beyond this de-
sire to make myself understood. That
picture I doubted not could answer a
question asked many times since !
had come to love Mary. At last
said slowly:
| Who Is it,
who has set you to spy upon me-
Ihe demanded by way OF answer
mo one--I do not even know what
you mean"
He laughed.
! Had | proper use OF myself l
would shake the truth out of YOU!
There is nothing you can know
beyond what have already told
| Won" l insisted.
"Mr. Farraday. l will believe that
at my leisure
| And again We came to q silence. l
could not keep my eyes on the mini
AZURE I'm his open hand at that ais
lance the face had lost the look that
was not Mary's.
Tell me, who are you" l asked
at length. and unconsciously ap-
preached his bedside.
"Man-man, IL you have pity, leave
me in peace" he cried with sudden
weary passion.
| Not yet--not until have told you
one thing-you must know
| But he broke In upon me:
~ wish to know nothing: i wish
to be left in peace"
Tell me Hrst whose Is that PIC
ture?" / said.
what does it matter TO you" he
demanded.
"Much-why do you doubt me!
The picture fell from your pillow; |
only picked II up to replace II, but
the face was SO like Mary's--' | be-
gan.
He looked at me In astonishment.
"Mary-Mary-aye, It is Mary, !
heard him say. his voice gasping
whisper.
l reached out and took the NINA
ture from him ere he knew my pur-
pose. As I brought 1t again TO the
light my memory travelled swiftly
back to that evening on the moor
when my father and ! met the great
coach OF the strangers. | saw again
the cioaked and booted forms OF Cap
tain Maxwell and the French gentle
man. but cleartr than all else | saw
the Captains kinswoman as she was
brought into our parlOr.
"'Tis Madame Barras. ] cried.
The effect on Marshall was In
tantaneous; II got him from his bed,
gaunt and fever-racked as he was, and