The Anderson daily intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1915, 1914-11-03


more absolute.
There was roar and then n
heap OF smoking ruins.
Without waiting TO admire the
spectacle. Alan caught the arm OF
the girl and hurried her up the
street, at the same time calling Ia
the chauffeur to follow. And chance
brought them to the next corner ns
another cab, fareless, hove into view
Promising It's driver anything he
might ask, in or out of reason, Alan
gave him the address, and helped the
girl in.
IL Marrophat pursued Alan could
see no sign Of him. The second cor
made better time than the first. I'm
hindered, and as fan as could be do
termined, without being followed, Il
covered the brief remaining distance
In gratefully short lapse of time.
mThe suburb dropped behind a maze
OF streets where dwellings stood
shoulder to shoulder and dooryartis
were scant. The car swept up to q
corner house of modest and hoineIy
aspect. Two minutes more. and Alan
was exchanging salutations with the
making his bride-to-be known to
Digt.y's good friend, the Reverend
Mr.. Wright.
Embarrassment worked confusion
with the young mans perceptive fac
ultie5. AS this moment approached
when two should be made one who
had gone through fire and flood. lit
orally as well as figuratively, for
each others sake, incredulity drew a
veil before his vision. He viewed the
world as in glass, darkIy.
And then he was aware Of q door
thatnbanged violently in the hallway !;
OF tho sound of q mans voice making
some fndistinguishable demand; that
Roses hand was suddenly whipped
away, before he could fit on the ring:
that the study door was flung omen
and that this animal of a Marrophat
had precipitated himself into the
room.
He opened his mouth to protest.
and Mar.ophat siienced him with a
cry. ~
"You fool! Drop that ring. Stop
this fafce! Don't YOU know whom
you're marrying? That woman Is
Judith Urine, you .fdiot-not Rosei .
Blankly Alan turned to the girl.
Her flaming face. her sullen eyes,
her very pose, from which the manner
OF Rose had dropped like q east gar
ment,. confessed the truth of Marpo-
phat's assertion. Aad IL this were not
enough. Judith confessed 1t doubly
with u sudden outbreak OF such rage
as never could have been brewed In
Roses gentle nature.
.'You devil!" she crfed--and threw
herself IN front Of 5Marrechas .g!sh /.
spring as little as that of leopard
ess.- Take warning now from me !:
keep out of my way forever after this
Or take the consequences! God
knows she painted, "wi1y / don't kill
you as you stand!"
He was in her way, between her
and the open door. She gave him no
chance to move aside, but seized him
80 fiercely by the wrists that ne in
stinctively lifted to- protect himself,
and she fairly threw him half a dozen
feet from her. He brought-~:p with a
crash against the wall even as the
door slammed behind the girl.
Wnen Alan, the first to recover,
gained the sidewalk, she was already
in the taxicab. Whatever reward che
had promised the man, he whipped
his machine away as liz from the fear
Of sudden death.
And dating from the house hard
on the minister's heels, Marrophat
leaped intO his own car and, az II he
had not heard her threat or received
substantial proof Of hersesrnestness
tore off In pursuit.
III--AND THE ROSE.
Taking the dazed young man by the
hand, az though he had been child,
the Reverend Mr.. Wright led Alan
b1ek TO his study and established him
In q comfortable armchair beside his
desk.
"Sit there. and compose yourself,
my dearSyoung friend :, he fnsisted In
. soothing voice. ssa AZ
lAt;the ellaow of the Reverend Mr..
Wright telephone shrilled impora-
lively. With O gesture OF professional
pAtience he turned to the instTum ent,
lifted the receiver to BIS ear, and
spoke In riluslcally m0duiated 4ac-
cents. g 2 !,
'Yes. ,.-.a. Yes: this Is Mr.. Wright.
!. An, yes, Mr. Digby. -. Not COM
Ing? But. my dear sir, Mr.. Law Is
already here. ] must tell YOU
He checked with reprosing glance
for Alan, who was twitching his
sleeye insistehtiy. !.
me speak to Digby at once. Forgive
me- .e 8 :
Reluctantly TIE minister sIrren-
defed the telephone.
Thatsyoa, stigby %
Alan Bless my soul, what are you
doing over there3 Is Mfss Trine with
your But how, can tEnt ne possibie?'
< Rose e. No. What about hsP?,
Alan demanded stammefing with
anxiety. S
= SWny+yqne or my spies mas just re-
ported by telephone. He was going
on duty this inoEning when. he saw O
yotipg woman -@efther Roae or Judith
wearing . rough coat over bouEoir
dress climb out OF one OF the base-
mett yip6pws or Triness house. She