The Washington herald., 1914-08-16
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through his daughter Judith,
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Die for tss scoidsn' which made him hsPis.. s5pps
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& NE e END R e sa: her love; ~, but D5: to shake his
EFoREwARNED
The thing was managed with an ingenuity that
Alan termed devilish: 1t was indisputAbly Machiar
Vellian.
The lovers had come down from the North in
hot haste and the shadow Of death. Two days OF
steady travelling by canoe, by woods trail, by lake
steamer-forty-eigh hours Of fatigue and strain
eased by not instants relaxation from the high
tension of vigilance upon which their very lives
depended-wore to a elimination through this
tedious afternoon on the train from moosehead:
trip Of physical torment only made possible by
Alans luck in securing through sheer accident
two parlorcar reservations turned back at the last
moment before leaving Rineo station.
No matter: the longest afternoon must have its
evening: the pokiest Of trains comes the more
surely to its destination; in another hour or two
they would be in Portland-free at last to draw
breath Of ease in land Of law. order and sane
living.
As II in answer to this thought the train slowed
down with whstling brakes to the last hilstation;
and as the trucks groaned and moved anew, q lout
Of a boy came gaoping down the aisle brandishing
two yellow envelopes and blatting like stray calf:
"Mista Lawr! Mista Lawr! Tergrams for Mista
Lawr!"
Alan had been expecting at every station q pre-
paid reply to his wire for reservations the night
express from Portland to New York.
But why two envelopes superscrfbed Mr.. A.
Law, Kineo train southbound Oakland Sta?
He tore open, unfolded the enclosure, and
grunted disgust with its curt advice opened the
other and caught his breath sharply as he with
drew-part way only-s playing card, Trey Of
Hearts.
Thrusting it back quickly, he clapped both en-
velopes together, tore them into q hundred frag-
ments, and scattered them from the window. But
the hendish wind whisked one small scrap back
and only one!-into the lap Of the woman he
loved.
Vsinly he prayed that she might be asleep. The
sllken lashes trembled her cheeks and lifted
slightly, disclosing the dark glimmer Of question
ing eyes. And she clipped the scrap Of card
board between thumb and forennger. he bent for
ward and silently took 1t from her-one corner Of
the Trey Of Hearts, but inevitably corner bearing
the figure above a heart
The Pullman agent at Portland wires no reser-
vations available on any New York train in the
next thirtysix hours" he said with lowered voice
Couldn't possibly catch the New York boat
tonight"
He shook gium head. Mo- looked that up
first. 1t leaves before we get in."
She said, TOO bad" abstractedly reclosed her
eyes, and apparently lapsed anew into semisom-
nolence-but without deceiving him who could we'll
guess what poignant anxiety gnawed at her heart.
He could have ground his teeth in evaporation:
the impish insolence of that warning, timed SO
precisely to set their nerves on edge at the very
moment when they were congratulatng them
selves upon the approach of respite!
The sheer insanity Of the whole damnable busi-
ness!
The grim wild absurdity Of it,
To think that this America, this the twen-
tieth century the apex Of the highest form of
civilization the world had ever known-and still
a could be hunted from pillar to post, haunted
with threats, harried with attempts at assassina-
ton in a hundred forms-and that by slip Of
girl with the cunning of a madwoman, the heart
OF thug the face OF charming chfld-the face
Of the woman that sat beside him. duplicating its
every perfect feature nearly that even he who
loved the could scarcely distinguish her from
the other but by instinct, intuition blind guess
work
He nodded heavy-hearted confirmation of a sur
mise slowly settling into conviction in his mind,
that such cunning, such purpose and pertinacity
could not possibly spring from q mind wellbal-
anced, that the woman Judith Trine, sister to the
Rose he loved so well mad as that mono
maniac her father, who sat helpless in his cell Of
silence and shadows in New York day after day
eating his heart out with impatience for the word
that his vengeance had been consummated by the
daughter whom he had inspired to execute it.
An hour late, in dusk Of evening, the train lum-
bered into Portland station; and heart in mouth,
Alan helped Rose from the steps, shoudered a
way for her through the crowd, and almost lifted
her into a taxicab.
Best hotel in town." he demanded. And be
quick about ft-for a double tip"
He communicated his one desperate scheme to
the girl en- route, receiving her endorsement Of it.
So, having registered for her and seen her safely
to the door Of the best available in the house
within ready call Of the public lobby and office. he
washed up, gulped hasty meal-which Rose had
declined to share, pleading fatigue-and hurried
away into the night with only the negro driver of
public hack, picked up haphazard at some dis
tance from the hotel, for his guide.
H-FORTUITY.
He wasted the better part Of an hour in fruit
less and perhaps ilEadvised inquiries; then his
luck such as IL was led him on suspicion down