The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1914-06-13
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What an amazing creature she was
He could not drive her out OF his
thoughts, even when he tried to con
centrate them on the n person who
was dearest 10 him of all in all the
world, his warm-hearted, adorable
Hetty. Strange contrasts suggested
themselves to him as he strobe along,
head bent and shoulders hunched. He
could not help contrasting the two
women. He loved Hetty; he would
always love her. of that he was posi-.
tive, She was Sara's superior in ev.
cry respect. infinitely so, he argued.
And yet there was something in Sara
that could crowd this adored one, this
perfect one out of his thoughts for the
time being. He found IL difficult to
concentrate his thoughts on Hetty
Castleton.
How white and Ill Sara had looked
when she said good night to him at
the door! The memory of her dark,
mysterious eyes haunted him; he
could see them in the night about him.
They had been full OF pain; there were
torrents OF tears behind them. They
had glistened as II FURNISHED by the
fires OF fever.
Even as he wrote his long, trium-
plant letter to Hetty Castleton, the
picture of Sara Wrandall encroached
upon his mental vision. He could not
drive IL out. He thought OF her as
she had appeared to him early in the
spring; through all the varying stages
OF their growing intimacy; through the
interesting days when he vainly tried
to translate her matchless beauty by
means OF wretched pigments; up to
this present hour in which she was
revealed, and yet o revealed, to him
Her vivid face was always before him
between his eyes and the thin. white
paper on which he scrubbed SO, eager
ly, Her feverish eyes were looking
into his; she was reading what he
wrote before Il appeared on the sur
face OF the sheet!
His letter TO Hetty was a triumph
OF skill and diplomacy, achieved after
many attempts. He found il hard not
to say too much, and quite as difficult
not TO say too little. lie spent hours
over this all.important missive. At
last It was finished. lie read and re-
read It, searching for the slightest
flaw; a fatal word or suggestion that
might create in her mind the slightest
doubt as To his sincerity. She was
sure to read this letter a great many
times, and always with tho view to
finding something between the lines:
such as pity, resignation, an enforced
conception of loyalty, or even faith!
lie meant that she should find moth
ing there but love. IL was fun OF ten.
derness, full Of hope, full OF promise.
He a coming TO her with a stead
fast, enduring love I'm his heart, he
wanted her now more than ever before.
There was no mention of Challis
Wrandall, and but once was Sara's
name used. There was nothing in
the letter that could have betrayed
their joint secret TO the most acute
outsider, and yet she would under
stand that he had wrung everything
from Sara's lips. Her secret was his.
He decided that IL would not be safe
to anticipate the letter by a cable.
gram. It was not likely that any mes
sage he could send would have the
desired effect. Instead of -reassuring
her, in all probability it would create
fresh alarm.
Sleep did not come TO him until after
three o'clock. At two he got up aud
deliberately added a postscript to the
letter he kad written. Il was In tho
nature Of a poignant plea for Sara
Wrandall. Even as he penned these
lines, he shuddered at the thought OF
what she had planned TO do 20 Hetty
Castleton. Staring hard at the black
window before him, the pen still IN
his hand. he allowed his thoughts TO
dwell so intimately on the subject OF
his wellmeant postscript hat her
ashen face with It's burning eyes
seemed to take shape in the night
beyond. 1t was a long time before
he could get rid OF the Illusion. After.
wards he tried TO c|onjure up Hetty's
face and TO drive out the likeness OF
the other woman, and found that he
NNhAh huA Atthii a hluBAt feature IN the
face OF the girl he lovedl
When he reached Southlook in the
morning. he found that nearly all OF
the doors and windows were boarded
up. Wagons were standing IN the
stable yard, laden with trunks and
rates. Servants without livery were
scurrying about the halls. There wao
an air OF hnality about their move
ments.
yes. sir" said Watson. in reply
20 his question, eve are IN a rush.
Mrs. Wrandall expects to close the
'ouse THE evening. sir. We all go up
this afternoon. ! suppose you know,
sir. we ave taken a new apartment
In town"
MOI exclaimed Booth.
Yes. sir. we ave. sir. They've
been decorating Il for the pawst two
weeks, Seems like she didn't care for
the old one We ad. As a matter OF
fact. | didn't care much for N aither