Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-06-03

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them again, not m easy matter q that
season Of the year. Later she was to
60 10 Lucerne. and then to Venice.
The slightest shred Of hope was left
for Booth. Even though he might &C
complish the task he had set unto him.
self-the conquest Of Sara in respect
to the untold story-he still had Hot
TVS dismal prophecy that after he
learned the truth he would come to
see why they could not be married.
But ho would not despair.
Well see," was all that he said in
response to her torlorn cry that they
were parting for ever. There was q
grimness in the way he said 1t that
gave her something to cherish during
the months to come: the hope that he
would come back and take her In spite
Of herself.
He sailed from FCherbourg on the
nrst steamship calling there. Awake,
he Thought of her; asleep, he dreamed
Of Challis Wrandall. There was some
thing uncanny In the persistence with
which that ruthless despoiler Of peace
forced his way into his dreams, to the
absolute exclusion of all else. The voy-
age homo was made horrid by these
nightly reminders of q man he scarce
ly knew, yet dreaded He became
more or less obsessed by the idea that
an evil spell had descended upon him
in the shape Of ghostly influence.
The weeks passed slowly for Hetty.
There were no letters from Sara, but
an occasional line or SO from Mr.. Car
roll. She had made Brandon Booth
promise that he would not write to
her, nor was he to expect anything
from her. If her intention was to cut
herself OF entirely from her recent
world and its people. as she might
have done In another way by pursuing
the time-honored and rather cowardly
plan Of entering a convent, she was
soon to discover that success in the
undertaking brought deeper sense Of
exile than she could have imagined
herself able to endure at the outset.
She found herself more utterly alone
and friendless than at any time in her
life. The chance companions she
formed at Interlaken-despite a well.
meant reserve-served only to III
crease her feeling Of loneliness and de-
spair. The very natural attentions Of
men, young and old, depressed her, In
stead of encouraging that essentially
feminine thing called vanity. She
lived as one without an aim, without a
single purpose except to close one day
that she might begin the next.
After q time. she went on to Lu-
cerne. Here the life on the surface
was gayer, and she was reused from
her state of lethargy in spite Of her.
self. Once, from her little balcony in
the National, she saw two of her old
acquaintances in the chorus at the
Gaiety. They were wearing many
pearls. Another time, che met them in
tho street. She was rather quietly
dressed. They did not notice her. But
the prosperous Hebraic gentlemen who
attended them were not SO careless.
One day a card was brought to her
rooms. For the next two weeks she
had true and unavoidable friend in
Lucerne. It would appear that Mrs.
Rowe-Martin had not been apprised Of
the rift in the Wrandall lutte. She
had no reason 10 consider the exclu-
stve Miss Castleton as anything but
the most desirable Of companions. Mrs.
Rowe-Martin was not long In finding
out (though how she did It, heaven
knows). that Lord Murgatroyd's grand
niece was no longer the intimate Of
that impossible person. Sara Gooch.
She couldn't think Of Sara without
thinking Of Gooch.
But at last Mrs. owe-Martin depart.
cd. much to Hetty's secret relief. but
not before she had increased the girls
burthens by introducing her into q
cold-nosed cosmopolitan set from
which there were but three waye Of es.
cape. She refused to marry one Of
them, denied another the privilege Of
making love to her, and declined to
play auction bridge with all of them.
They were not long in dropping her. al
though it must be said there was real
regret among the men.
she heard that Mrs. Redmond Wran-
dali and Vivian we're to be in Scotland
in October. for somebody-or-other'
christening. and that Leslie had been
doing some really wonderful flying at
Pau.
Il am SO glad, my DEAR" said Mrs.
Rowe.Martin. that you refused to
marry Leslie. He is a cad. Besides.
you would have been in perpetual
state of nerves over his flying"
OF Sara. there was no news, as might
have been expected. Mrs. Rowe-Mar-
tin made it very clear that Sara was
a respectable person-but heavens!
The chill days Of autumn came and
the crowd began to dwindle. Hetty