Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1914-06-04
CHAPTER xxx.
ct here Is One Way"

wv AVE you done?" Hazen was
on his feet and, rigid still,
lFgTg3s but oscillating from side to
ISaEs4D side, as though his strength
did not suffice to hoid MIN quite erect,
was surveying them with eyes sunk so
deeplt in his head that they looked
like dying sparks terminated for an
instant by some passing breath.
The half-fainting woman he address
ed did not answer. She was looking
I'D at Ransom for the sympathy and
pardon he was as yet too daZed 70
show. Hazen made a move. 1t was
that of physical suffering sternly en-
dured.
"Let me speak," he urged. II have
a question to ask. ! must ask it now.
Who was the woman who came up
from New York with you? There were
two of you then"
Without turning her head Georgian
replied:
THAT was Bella. my maid; the same
one who personated me on the after
noon of my wedding
THAT accounts for the coarseness
of her neck" Hazen explained with
certain grim humor to the lawyer, who
had given a slight start of surprise or
humiliation. Then quietly to Georg-
ian:
"Was it she who threw the comb
and dropped your bag where my man
found it?"
at threw the comb; threw it from
nv window before l uttered that loud
shrek. 1t did not go very far; but
had to be satisfied with the fact that
II Law in the direction of the waterfall.
But it was to Bella / entrusted the
hinging of the bag. | gave it to her
when she left the coach. l had eX-
plained to her long before just what
Mace she would find herself in when
she was set down at the foot OF the
lane: how she was to make her way
I'm the darkness till she came to where
there were no more trees, when she
was to strike across the stream, led
nv the noise of the waterfall. / was
very particular in my directions, De-
cause I knew the danger she incurred
nf SHINING into the chasm. 1t was her
fear of this and the more than ordl-
nary darkness, / presume, which made
her throw the bag hap-hazard.
.I saw the girl" Mr.. Harper broke
In. "She wore a black skirt like the
pne YOU now wear, black blouse ana
o red-checked handkerchief khotted
about her throat But the young wom-
an who was seen leaving these parts
the next morning had on some kind OF
red dress and wore hat. Bella
had thrown away her hat; it was pick
ed up where the coach stopped ana
afterwards brought here"
ST know. My plans went deep; l
foresaw the possibility of her being
recognized by her clothes. To guard
against this. | had her skirt and blouse
made double. the one side black,
the other a bright color. She mad
simplv to turn them. The extra hat
she carried with her; it was small
and easily concealed. Her necker-
chief she probably tucked away. |
had it's mate in my pocket, and when
I left my room by the window, as !
did the moment after had locked the
two rooms, it was with my hair p0lled
down and this neckercnief about my
shoulders. How did I dare the risk
I wonder now; but it was life, life
was after; life and love; nothing else
would have made me so fearless;
nothing else would have given me
such confidence in myself or lent such
speed to my feet, running as / did il
the darkness"
"You ran around the house to thu
lane and entered it by the turnstile.
eyes. and so quickly that 1 ha'
time to splash myself with mud am
lose all my natural characteristic