The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-09-02

commended, with the frank little
laugh which he had come to know and
to seek to provoke. She was standing
against the opposite cell wall with her
shoulders squared and her hands be-
hind her: the pose, whether intention
al or natural, was dramatically perfect
and altogether bewitching. 81 was
born to be your fairy godmother, !
think" she went on joyously. "Tell
me; when you bought your ticket to
Wahaska that night in st. Louis, were
you meaning to come here to find
work."
NO" he admitted; 81 had money,
then"
what became of it,"
81 don't know. suppose II was
stolen from me on the train. 1t was in
a package in one of my suitcases; and
Doctor Farnham said"
81 know; also he told you that we
didn't find any money!
"Yes; he told me that, too. We
agreed that somebody must have gone
through the grips on the train"
so you just let the money go"
so just let it 60"
She was laughing again and the be-
dazzling eyes were dancing with de-
light
q told you ! was going to prove that
you are a philosopher" she eLulted.
Sour old Diogenes himself couldn't
have been more superbly indifferent to
the goods the gods provide. Open that
box on the table, please"
He did It half-absently; at the first
sight of the brown,paper packet with
in, the electric bulb suspended over
the table seemed to grow black and
the mahogany walls OF the tiny room
to spin dizzily. Then, with click
that he fancied he could hear, the buz-
zing mental machinery stopped and
reversed itself. A cold sweat, clammy
and sickening, started out on him
when he realized that the reversal had
made him once again the crafty, cor
nered criminal, ready to fight or fly
or to slay, II life stood in the way OF
escape. Without knowing what he did,
he closed the box and got upon his
feet, eyeing her with growing feroc-
ity that he could neither Danish nor
control
81 see: you were a little beforehand
with the DOCTOR" he said, and he
strove to say it naturally; to keep the
malignant devil that was whispering
in his ear from debating the tone as
well as the words.
81 was, indeed; several days before
hand" she boasted, still joyously ex-
ultant.
"You-you opened the package?" he
went on, once more pushing the inn
Fortunate devil aside.
Naturally. How else would have
known that It was worth locking up?"
Her coolness astounded him. If she
knew the whole truth-and the demon
at his ear was assuring him that she
must know it-she must also know
that she was confronting a great
peril: the peril of one who voluntarily
shuts himself into trap with the fear
maddened wild thing for which the
trap was baited and set. He was
steadying himself with hand on the
table when he said well, you opened
the package; what did you find out?"
"What did I find out?" He heard her
half-hesitant repetition of his query,
and for one fitting instant he made
sure that he saw the fear of death in
the wide-open eyes that were lifted to
his. But the next instant the eyes
we're laughing at him. and she was
going on confidently. "Of course, as
soon as | united the string | saw it
was money-a lot of money; and you
can imagine that | tied 1t up again,
quickly, and didn't lose any more time
than could help in putting it away
in the safest place l could think Of.
Every day since you began to get well,
I've been expecting you to say some
thing about It; but as long as you
wouldn't. ! wouldn't"
Slowly the blood came back into the
saner channels, and the whispering
demon at his ear grew less articulate,
He took the necessary forward step
and stood before her And his answer
was no answer at all.
"Miss -Margery-are you
telling me the truth?-all of it?" he de-
manded, seeking to pinion the soul
which lay beyond the deepest depth
OF the limpid eyes
Her laugh was as cheerful as a bird
song.
Telling you the truth? How could
you suspect me Of such thing No,
my good friend; no woman ever tells
man the whole truth when she can
help It. / didn't find your money and
l didn't lock it up in poppa's vault;
am merely playing a part in deep
and diabolical plot to-"
Griswold forgot that he was her poor
beneficiary; forgot that she had taken
him in as her guest; forgot, in the
mad Joy of the reactionary moment
everything that he should have remem
bered-saw nothing, thought of moth
ing save the flushed face with its glo
rious eyes and tempting lips: the eyes
and lips of the daughter of men.
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y Above all, lose no chance Of giving
pleasure. You will pass through this