The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1914-07-04

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i Comet wIl take care Of you. You
must not 60 to the inn.''
j "You known" faltered the GIRL
| Eyes. You poor thing!" There was
Infinite pity In her voice.
| The girl laid her head on her arms.
Mrs. wrandall sat above her. look
ing down, held mute by warning emo
lions. The impossible had come to
pass. The girl for whom the whole
world would be searching In day or
two, had stepped out of the unknown
and, by the most whimsical jest OF
fate, into the custody Of the one per
son most interested OF all in that self
same world. It was unbelievable. She
wondered II 1t were not dream. or
the hallucination of an overwrought
mind. Spurred by the sudden doubt
as to the reality of the object before
her. she stretched out her hand and
touched the girls shoulder.
Instantly she looked up. Her nm
gers sought the friendly hand and
clasped 1t tightly.
"Oh. II you will only take me to tho
city with you! II you only give me
the chance" she cried hoarsely. II
don't know what impulse was driv-
ing me back there. only know II
could not help myself You really'
mean It? You will take me with your"
Eyes. Don't be afraid. Come! Get
in." said the woman In the car rapidly.
"You-you are real?"
The girl did not hear the strange
question. She was hurrying around
to the opposite side Of the car. Al
she crossed before the lamps. Mrs.
Wrandall noticed with dulled inter
est that her garments were covered
with mud; her small, comely hat was
in sad disorder; loose wisps Of hair
fluttered with the unsightly veil. Her
| hands, she recalled, were clad In thin
suede gloves. She would be half
frozen. She had been out In all this,
terrible weather--perhaps since the
hour of her flight from the inn.
The odd feeling of pity grew strong
er within her. She made no effort to
analyze It, nor to account for It. Why
should she pity the slayer Of her hus-
band? It was question unasked. un-
considered. Afterwards she was to
recall this hour and its strange i'm
pulses, and to realize that It was not
pity, but mercy that moved her to do
the extraordinary thing that followed.
Trembling all over, her teeth chat
tering. her breath coming in short lit
tie means. the girl struggled up be-
side her and fell back in the seat.
Without word. Sara wrandall drew
the great buffalo robe over her and
tucked 1t In about her feet and legs
far up about her body. which had
slumped down in the seat.
"You are very. very go6d." chartered
the girl. almost inaudibly. II shall new
er forget" sshe did not complete the
sentence, but sat upright and fixed her
gaze on her companions face. You
you are not doing this Just to turn
me over toto the police? They must
be searching for me. You are not
going to give me up to them. are your
There will be q reward T."
There II no reward" said Sara
Wrandall sharply. II do not mean 10
give you up. am simply giving you
a chance to get away. have always
felt sorry for the fox when the time
for the kill drew near That's the
way feel"
"Oh, thank you! Thank you! But
what am saying? Why should per-
init you to do this for me? meant to
go back there and have It over with.
! know can't escape. It win have to
come, 1t is bound to come. Why put
1t on? Let them take me, let them
do what they will with me. r.
Hush! Well see. First Of all, UNI
derstand me: shall not turn you
over to the police. / will give you the
chance. will help you. can do
no more than that"
But why should you help met H
lob, can't let you do It! You do
not understand. I-have-committed
--a-terrible" she broke on with .
groan.
Il understand" said the other, some
thing like grimness in her level tones.
I have been tempted more than once
myself" The enigmatic remark made
no impression on the listener.
Il wonder how long ago Il was that
It all happened" muttered the girl. =
II to herself TT seems ages oh.
such ages "a IA
Where have you been hiding since
last nightf" asked Mrs.. Wrandall.
throwing In the clutch. The car Start
Cd forward with . jerk, kicking up the
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