The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1914-05-07
cHAPTER xIf-contlnuea

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CHAPTER xli-contlnuea.
elSos now. Not since haGs found
you out The thing have feared all
along1sgs come to pass. Am relieved,
that you show mg Just where I
stand. But IeIasked: what Of
Sorl6 Is naere likely to applaud
BE. Hetty. It likes a
My change Of heart
1u,te natural"
sure that the world viii
FOUR real design? You hate
ndalls. VIII they be charitable
you when the truth is given
VIII Leslie applaud you? Listen,
Be: an trying TO save you from
rseif, Sara. You viii fail IN every
Ing you have hoped for. You viii
g more acerrsed than I. The world
Essll pity me. it may even fcrgsye me.
u wiz listen to my story, which is
&rncre than you viii do, and it will be
ieys me. An, ! am not afraid now.
first was in terror. had no hope
escape. All that is past. Today
"a ready to take my chances with the
Sig, generous world. Men will try me,
Isad men are not made OF stone and
steel They punish but they do not
sTenge when they sit In jury boxes.
They are not women! Good God, Sara,
IS there a man living today who could
shave planned this thing you have cher
ished all these months? Not one! And
ali men VIII curse you for it, even
though they send me TO prison or to
the echair. But they win not con-
demn me: They viii hear my story
and they viii set me- free And then,
Whist Of you? ?''
Sara stood perfectly rigid, regarding
this earnest reasoner with growing
wonder.
My DEAR" she said, 'tyou would bet
ter be thinking Of yourself, not Of me- .
.sWhy, when tell my story, the
world VIII nate you, Sara Wrandall.
You have helped me, you have been
good to me, no matter what sinister
motive you may have had in doing SO.
It Is my turn TO help you
.eTo help mel" cried Sara, aston
ished IN spite. Of herself
Eyes. To save you from execra-
Eion-and even worse"
There is no moral wrong in mar
risge with Leslie Wrandall," said
Sara, returning to her own project.
.e.aSo moral wrong!" cried Hetty.
aghast- NO, ] suppose not" she went
on, moment later. 'Tt is something
much deeper, much blacker than moral
wrorsg. There Is no word for it. And
IL / Inarry him, what then? Wherein
lies your triumph? You can't mean
that God in heaven! You would not
go to Them with the truth when it was
too late for him to-to cast me Off"
81 am no such fool as that. The
secret would be forever safe in that
event My triumph, as you call it,
we viii not discuss. %
How you must hate me, to be will
ing to do such an Infamous thing to
met
@I do not hate You, Hetty."
.In heavens name, what do you call
it?'
justification. Listen to me now.
I am saying this for your good sense
to seize and appreciate. Would it be
right in me to allow you to marry any
other man, knowing all that know?
There is but one man you can in just
Zee marry: the one who can repair the
wreck that his own blood created. Not
Brandon Booth, nor any man save Les
lie Wrandall. He is the man who must
pay
81 do not intend to marry said
Eetty.
.eBut Leslie will marry some one.
and I intend that it shall be you. He
shall marry the ex-chorus girl, the
artists model, the-the prostitute!
Welt! Don't fly at me like that!
Don't assume that look Of virtuous
horror! Let me say what have to
say. This much Of your story shall