The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1914-03-26

and neglected mis- wife. Mrs. Wrandall
starts back for New York in an auto dur
ing binding snow storm. On the way
she meets q young woman In the road
who proves to be the woman who killed
Wraadal Feeling that the girl had done
z her service in riddil1g her OF the man
who though she loved him deeply. had
: caused her great sorrow. Mrs Wrandall
Z determines to shield her and takes her to
{ her own home. Mrs. Wrandan hears the
story OF Hetty Castleten's life. except that
and the story Of the tragedy she forbids
the girl ever to tell. She offers Hetty
Nome. friendship and security from peril
On account Of the tragedy. MRS. sara
ca c%aains % WI WrandaE at the home Of his
parents.
&; CHATTER iV-continued.
Beside Sara Wrandau, on the small,
pink divan, sat stranger in this SOM
5er COMPANY: q young woman in,
black. whose pale face was uncovered,
and whose iashes were lifted so rarely
thaa one could not know Of the deep.
real pain that lay behind them. in her
lTssh blue eyes.
She had arrived at the house an
hour or two before the time set for
Ehe ceremony, in company with the
widow. True to her resolution, the
widow OF Challis Wrandail had re-.
assined away froRs the home Of his
psopie until the last hour. She had,
been consulted, to be sure. In regard
20 the Hnal arrangements, but the
meetings had taken place in hsr own
apar1ment. many blocks distsat from
Sshe house in lower Fifth avenue. The
SStgrnoon before she had received
RsSsSand Wrandall and Leslie, his
son. she had not sestsfor them. They
came peTsnpstorily and not through
any 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
II a point to ask Sara all about her.
It was he who gently closed the
door after the two women when, OF
the morning OF the funeral, they en-
$sred the dark, fower-laden room in
which stood the casket containing the
body of his brother. He left them
alone together In that room for half
an hour or more, and It was he who
vent 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
ashea-aaced girl followed.
Mrs. Wrandall, the elder, kissed
Sara aud drew her down beside ner
on the couch. To- her own surprise, as
wen as that Of the others, Sara broke
down and wept bitterly. After all.
she was sorry for ChaIlis' mother. It
was the human instinct, she could not
hold out against it. And the older
woman put away the ancient grudge
she held against this mortal enemy
and dissolved into tears Of real com.
passion.
A little later she whispered broken
II in sara's ear: 'My dear, my dear,
this has brought US together. hope
yon win learn to love me-
Sara caught her breath, but uttered
noword. She looked into her mother
in-law's eyes, and smiled through her
tears The Wrandalls, looking on in
amaze. saw the smile reflected in the
face OF the cider woman. Then it was
that Vivian crossed quickly and put
her arms aaout the shoulders Of her
sisser-in-laN. The white flag on both
sides.
Hesty Castieton stood alone and wa
vefing, Just inside the door. No
stranger s;saation could be imagined
than the ses I. which this unfortunate
girl found herself at the present mo-
ment SIS was virtually in the hands
OF those sho would destroy her; she
was in the house Of those who most
deeply were affected by her act on
that fstai night Among them all she
stood, facing them, listening to the
moans and sobs. and yet her limbs did
not givs way beneath her.
Some pne gently touched her arm
It was leslie. She shrank back,
fearful lpok in her eyes. In the semi
darkneSa he failed to note the express
zion.
'eWos't you sit here?" he asked, in
dicatag the little pink divan against
the vigil Forgive me for letting you
stand so long"
She looked about her, the wild light
gtilI In her eyes. She was like rat
IN q trap.
Eey lips parted, but the word of
thanks did not come forth. A strange,
taareicuiate sound, almost gasp, 1
came instead. Palhd as a ghost, she
dropped Imply to the divan, and dug
her fingers into the satiny seat. AS
Il 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 it: the
portrait Of dashing youth in riding
toys.
& moment later Sara Wrandall came
over and sat beside her. The girl
shiyered as with a. mighty chill when
the warm hand Of her friend fell upon
hers and enveloped it in firm clasp.
His mother kissed me-" whispered
Sara did you see?"
The girl could not reply. She could