Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1914-04-30
CHAPTER iIl.-contInued.

CHAPTER iII.-contInued.
Half an hour later he departed, to
rejoin her at eleven o'clocks when the
reporters were to be expected. He
was to do all the talking for her.
While he was there, Leslie Wrandall
called her up on the telephone. Hear
ing but one side of the rather pro-
longed conversation, he was filed with
wonder at the tactful way in which
she met and parted the inevitable
questions and suggestions coming
from her horfor-stricken brother-in-
law. Without the slightest trace OF
offensiveness Ia her manner, she gave
Leslie to understand that the final OBJ
seQuies must be conducted in the
home of his parents, to whom once
she would abide by all arrangements
his family elected to make. Mr.. Car
roll surmised from the trend of con-
versation that young Wrandall was
about to leave for the scene of the
tragedy, and that the house was in
state of unspeakable distress. The
lawyer smiled rather grimly to him
self as he turned to look out of the
window He did not have to be told
that Challis was the idol Of the family.
and that, SO far as they were con-
cerned, he could do no wrong!
After his departure, Mrs. Wrandall
gently opened the bedroom door and
was surprised to find the girl wide
awake, resting on one elbow, her star
ing eyes fastened on the newspaper
that topped the pile on the chair.
Catching sight of Mrs. Wrandall she
pointed to the paper with trembling
hand and cried out, in voice full of
horror.
did you place them there for me to
read? Who was with you in the other
room just now? Was it some one
about the-some one looking for me?
Speak! Please tell me. / heard a
mans voice"
The other crossed quickly to her
ride.
Don't be alarmed. 1t was my law
yer. There is nothing to fear-at pres
emit Yes, left the papers there for
you to see. You can see what sensa-
ton 1t has caused. Challis WrandaT
was one Of the most widely known
men In New York. But suppose you
know that without my telling you"
The girl sank back with groan.
my God. what have | done? What
win come of 1t all?"
Il wish could answer that .ques-
tion," said the other, taking the girls
hand in hers. Both were trembling.
After an instant's hesitation, she laid
her other hand in the dark. dishevelled
hair of the wild-eyed creature, who
still continued to stare at the head
lines. 4 am quite sure they will not
look for you here, or in my home"
in your homer"
You are to go with me. / have
thought it all over. 1t is the only way.
Come, must ask you to pull yourself
together. Get up at once, and dress.
Here are the things you are to wear"
She indicated the orderly pile of gar
ments with wave of her hand.
Slowly the girl crept out of bed, con-
fused, bewildered, stunned.
Where are my own things? FL
cannot accept these. Pray give ms my
own"
Mrs. Wrandall checked her.
You must obsy me, if you expect
me to help you. Don't you understand
that have had IA bereavement?
cannot wear these things now. They
are useless to me. But we will speak
OF all that later on. Come, be quick;
! will help you to dress. First, go to
the telephone and ask them to send a
waiter to-these rooms We must have
something to eat Please do as / tell
you"
Standing before her benefactress,
her fingers fumbling impotently at the
meek of the night-dress, the girl still
continued to stare dumbly into the
calm, dark eyes before her.
You are SO good II
@Let me help you," interrupted the
other, deliberately setting about to re
move the night-dress. The girl caught
1t UP as it slipped from her shoulders,
a warm flush suffusing her face, a
sharned look springing into her eyes.
Thank you, can-get on very
well. only wanted to ask you a
question. It has been on my mind,
waking and sleeping. Can you tell me
anything about-do you know his
wffe?"
The question was so abrupt, so start
ling that Mrs. Wrandall uttered a
sharp little cry. For a moment she
could not reply.
Il am SO sorry. SO desperately sorry
for her" added the girl plaintively.
Il know her" the other managed to
nay with an effort
IF had only known that he had a
wife" began the girl bitterly, almost
angrily.
Mrs. WrandaIl srasped her by tho