The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1914-03-21

pected. wrandall. II appears. had led a
gay life and neglected his wife. Mrs.
FWrAndall starts back for New York In an
auto during binding snow storm.
CHAPTER lion the way she meets
Sc the woman who killed wrandall. Feel
ing that the girl had done her a service
IN Riding her OF the man who. though
great sorrow. Mrs Wrandall determines
10 shield her and takes her 10 her own
home.
CHAPTER III-Mrs wrandan hears
the story OF Hetty Castleton's life, ex-
cept that portion that relates 20 Wran-
dali The story OF the tragedy she for
bids the girl ever 10 tell her. She offers
Hetty a home. friendship and security
from peril on account OF tho tragedy.
CHAPTER IV--Nfrs. sara wrandaii and
Hetty attend the funeral OF Challis wran-
dali ~ the home OF his parents. Sara
had always been treated as an interloper
by the snobbish Wrandall family. but
the tragedy seems EN- closer
together.
RICHMOND WTzHdaT anu LkSTIe. his
son. She had not sent for them. They
came perfunctorily 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.
II was he who gently closed the
door after the two women when, on
the morning OF the funeral. they en-
tered the dark, fiower-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 II was he who
went forward to meet them when they
came forth. Sara leaned on his arm
as she assembled the stairs TO the room
where the others we're waiting. The
ashen-faced girl followed, her eyes
lowered, her gloved hands clenched.
Mrs. Wrandall, the elder, kissed
Sara and drew her down beside her
on the couch. To her own surprise, as
well as that OF the others, Sara broke
down and wept bitterly. After all,
she was sorry for Challis' mother. 1t
was the human instinct, she could not
hold out against II. And the older
woman put away the ancient grudge
she held against this mortal enemy
S and dissolved into tears OF real COM
passion.
A little later she whispered broken
ly in Saras ear: MY dear. my dear,
this has brought ue together. hope
you will learn TO love me-"
Sara caught her breath, but uttered
no word. 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 older woman. Then 1t was
that Vivian crossed quickly and put
her arms about the shoulders OF her
Blster-in-law. The white flag on both
sides.
Hetty Castleton stood alone and wa
vering, just inside the door No
stranger situation could be imagined
than the one in which this unfortunate
girl found herself at the present mo-
ment. She was virtually In the hands
OF those who would destroy her; she
was in the house of those who most
deeply were affected by her act on
that fatal night. Among them all she
stood, facing them. listening to the
means and sohs, and yet her limbs did
not give way beneath her. -.
Some one gently touched her arm
It was Leslie. She shrank back. a
fearful look in her eyes. In the semi
darkness he failed to note the expires
sion
Won't you sit here2" he asked, In
l. dicating the little pink divan against
the wall. Forgive me for letting you
stand so long"
She looked about her, the wild ligh
still in her eyes. She was like rat
in trap.
Her lips parted. but the word OF
thanks did not come forth. A strange
inarticulate sound. almost a gasp
came instead. Pallid as ghost, she
dropped Imply TO the divan, and duE
''her fingers into the satiny seat. AS
II 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 Il: the
portrait OF dashing youth in ridinG
toys.
Amoment later Sara Wrandall came
over and sat beside her. The cir
shivered as with a mighty chill wher
the warm hand OF her friend fell upor
hers and enveloped II in a firm clasp
His mother kissed me-" whispered
sara. did you seer"
lhe girl could not reply. She coulc
STy stare at the open door. A small
hatchet-faced man had come up from
below and was nodding his head 4
Leslie Wrandall--a man with shor
side whiskers, and sepulchral lool