The diamond drill., 1914-03-07

almost Supplying force She won
dered If she could keep her strength.
her courage-her nerves.
The girl was English. Mrs Wran-
dali was convinced of the fact, almost
Immediately Unmistakably English
and apparently of the cultivated type.
In fact, the peculiarities OF speech
that determines the London sh9wgirl
or music-hall character we're wholly
lacking. Her voice, her manner, even
under such trying conditions, we're
characteristic OF the English woman
OF cultivation. Despite the dreadful
strain under which she labored, there
we're evidences OF that curious Sc
renity which marks the English wom-
an OF the better classes; an Unborn
composure, calm orderliness OF the
emotions. Mrs. Wrandall was con-
scious of a sense OF surprise, OF a
wonder that increased as her thoughts
resolved themselves into something
less chaotic than they we're at the time
OF contact with this visible condition.
For mile or more she sent the car
along with reckless disregard for com
fort or safety. Her mind was cropping
for something tangible In the way OF
intentions. What was she TO do with
this creature? What was to become
of her? At what street corner should
she turn her adrift? The idea OF
handing her over to the police did
not enter her thoughts for an instant.
oh Eel II
a stranger 10 the city She could not
explain the feeling, yet IL was with
her and very persistent OF course.
there was a home OF some sort. or
lodgings. or friends. but would he girl
dare show herself In familiar haunts?
She found herself wondering why
the poor wretch had not made way
with herself Escape seemed out OF
the question. That must have been
clear TO her from the beginning, else
why was she going back there TO give
herself up? What better way out OF
Il than self-destruction. She would
advise the girl TO leave the car when
they reached the center OF certain
bridge that spanned the riverl No one
would find her.
Even as the thought took shape In
her mind. she experienced great
sense OF awe. so overwhelming that
she cried out with the horror OF IL.
She turned her head for a quick glance
at the mute. wretched face showing
white above the robe. and her heart
ached with sudden pity for her The
thought OF that slender. alive thing
going down 20 the icy waters-her
soul turned sick with the dread OF g.
In that inetant, Sara Wrandall-no
philanthropist. no sentimentalist-
made up her mind to give this erring
one more than an even chance for sal
walton. She would see her safely
across that bridge and many others,
God had directed the footsteps OF this
girl so that she should fall In with
the one best qualified TO pass judg-
ment on her It was In that persons
power TO save her or destroy her. The
commandment, FThou shalt not KILL"
took on a broader meaning as che CON
sidefed the power that was hers; she
power to kill.
A great relaxation came over Sara
Wrandall, Il was as II every nerve.
every muscle in her body had reached
the swapping point and suddenly had
given way. For a moment her hands
were weak and powerless: her head
fell forward. In an instant she
conquered 49, but only partialIy--the
strange feeling OF lassltude. Then she
realized how tired she was. how fierce
" the strain had ted on her body and