The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1915-07-23
CHAPTER XIV.
The Teleuram.

The Telegram. =
This was the document and these Il
the words which Deborah, widow OF
the man thus doubly denounced, had II
been given to read by the father OF :. =
the writer in the darkened room which i
had been and still was to her, an ABODE
of brooding thought and unfathomaDle
mystery
No wonder that during its reading .
more than ons exclamation Of terror ,,
and dismay escaped her There were
SO many reasons for believing THIS
record to be an absolute relation OF
the truth.
Incoherent phrases which had fallen
from those long-closed lips took On
new meaning with this unyeiling OF
an unknown past. Repugnances TOT
which she could not account in those
old days, she now saw explained, he
would never, even in passing, give
look at the ruin on the bluff, so attrac-
tive to every eye but his own AS LOT
entering its gates-she had never
dared so much as to ask him to do so
Then the watch! Deborah knew Wen
that watch. She had often asked MIN
by what stroke of luck he had got so
fine a timepiece. God! was her mind
yeering back to her old idea as TO MS
responsibility for the crime com,
mitted in Dark Hollow? Yes; she could
not help it. Denial from a monster
/ like this-a man who with such memo
: rjes and such spoil, could return home
i to wife and child, with some gay ana
v confused story of great stroke IN
}, speculation which had brought MN
d in the price of the tavern it had long
d been his ambition to own-what was
@ denial from such lips worth? The
v Judge was right. Oliver-whose IN
.e genuous story had restored his image
r to her mind, with some OF It's Ole
ar graces-had been the victim of clrcum
70 stances and not John Scoville
er Her thoughts had reached this stag
le and her hand in obedience to the neV
N mood. was lightly rufling up the page
%, before her, when she felt light toucI
i'd on her shoulder and turned with
dis start
re The Judge was at her back, Ho'
Nv long he had stood there she did nc
lie know nor did he say, but when upo
th feeling his hand upon her shoulder sh
ew turned, he was there; and while n
ng Inns failed to speak, his eyes were Ell
lily ouent and their question single and II
led perative.
he What do you think of him now
they seemed to ask, and rising to h
the feet, she met him with smile, ghast
but nerhaps with the Iividness OF Il
ing shadows through which she had be-
at cropping, but encouraging withal a
nat. soothing beyond measure to his al
in ious and harassed soul.
sed oliver is innocent" she declare
oc- turning once more to lay her ha
re- upon the sheets containing his nal
h a confession. 1.-The bastard who col
d. shoot his host for plumber is capable
this second crime holding out SINH
lille inducement. Nothing now will e.
make me connect Oliver with
anti crime at the bridge. AS you said,
, of was simply near enough the hollow
first toss into it the stick he had b.
NAV whiting am his advocate from
r in minute"
ngs Her eyes were still resting mech
the ically upon that last page lying spr
left out before her, and she did not
was serve in its full glory the first gle
or Of triumphant joy which, in all p
ability, Judge Ostrander's countena
that had shown in years. Nor did he
,ipht in the glad confusion of the nom
worn tho quick shudder with which she
tion ed her trembling hand away I
rdict those papers and looked up, squa
n Of last into his TRANSPORTED visag
ime; Mrs. scovi;le. love my boy.
BIT of what's that?"
and The front doorbell was ringing.