Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-06-13

our verdict. II you choose to call Il
that. 70 scaled. No man shall ever
hear from the lips Of . Wrandail the
smallest: part Of what has transpired
here tonight. Mr.. Carroll. you were
right. We thank you for the counsel
that led this unhappy girl to place her
self In our hands"
"Oh. God, thank thee-I thank
thee!" burst from the. lips Of Sara
Wrandall. She strained Hetty to her
breast.
1T is not for us to Judge you, Sara"
said Redmond Wrandall, speaking with
diMculty. you are your own Judge.
and harsh one you will find yourself.
As for ourselves. We can only look
upon your unspeakable design as the
working Of temporarily deranged
mind. You could neverchave carried
1t out. You ara an honest woman. At
the last you would have revolted. even
with victory assured. Perhaps Leslie
IL the only one who has q real griev-
ancs against you in this matter. I
am convinced that he loved Miss
Castleton deeply. The worst hurt 10
his. and he has been your most de-
voted advocate during all the years
Of bitterness that has existed between
you and US. You thought to play him
foul trick. You could not have car
ried 1t to the end. We leave you to
pass judgment on yourself"
Il have already done SO, Mr.. Wran-
DALI" said Sara. "Have l not &C.
cused myself before you? Have not
confessed to the only crime that has
been committed? l am not proud Of
myself. SIR"
you have hated us we'll"
And you have hated me. The crime
you hold me guilty of was committed
years ago. 1t was when robbed you
Of your son. To this day am the
leper in your path. l may be forgiven
for all else, but not for allowing Chal-
lis Wrandall to become the husband
of Sebastian Gooch's daughter. That
is the objectionable sim"
Mr.. Wrandall was silent for mo-
ment.
You still are Sebastian Gooch's
0ou0AIO4s AO D01O NloSlASkAys 4O0
can never be anything else"
She paled. This last transaction
proves it. you would say?"
This last transaction, yes"
She looked about her with trou bled,
questioning eyes.
IL wonder IL that can be true, !"
she murmured, rather piteously. Am
th@ 80
10 the blood to blame?"
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Mr.. Carroll
nervously. Don't be silly, Sara, my
child. That is not what Mr.. Wran-
dali means"
Wrandall turned his face away.
you loved as deeply as you hate,
Sara" he said. with curious witch.
ing Of his chin. "My son was your god.
We are not insensible to that. Per-
haps we have never realized until now
the depth and breadth of your love
for him. Love is bitter judge Of its
enemies. It knows no mercy, 1t
knows no reason. Hate may be con-
Quered by love, but love cannot be con-
Quered BY hate. You had reason to
nate my son. Instead you persisted in
your love for him. We've owe you
something for that, Sara. We owe
you great deal more than ind
myself able to express In words." 6
Leslie entered the room at this Id;
slant. He had his overcoat on and
carried his gloves and hat in his
hand.
I'VE are ready. father" he said
thickly.
After q moments hesitation, he
crossed over to Hetty, who stood be.
side Sara.
I'll can now understand why you
refused to marry me. Miss Castleton, y
he said, in queer, jerky manner
won't you let me say that wish
you all the happiness still to be found
in this rather uneven world of ours? p
The GROWING testimonial to an alb
solutely sincere ego!
(To Be Continued.)