Williams news., 1915-07-22
CHAPTER xIII-contInued.

 courteous self once more. Be seat ed," he begged. indicating chair in the half gloom. As she took it. the room sprang into sudden light. He had pulled the string which regulated the curtains over the glazed panes in the ceiling. Then as quickly all was gloom again; he had let the string es- cape from his hand.
 Half light is better" he muttered in vague apology.
 It was a weird beginning to an in terview whose object was as yet in- comprehensible to her. One minute binding glimpse of the room whose details were so varied that many of them still remained unknown to her the next, everything swept again into shadow through which the tall form of the genius of the place loomed with melancholy suggestion!
 She was relieved when he spoke.
 Mrs. Scoville (not Deborah now) have you any confidence in Divers word? Has there ever been anything in his conversation as you knew it in Detroit to make you hesitate to re- ply?" the judge persisted, as she con tinued speeches..
 No; nothing. I have every con- fidence in his assertions should have yet, if it were not for this horror"
 Forget it for a moment. Recall his effect upon you as a man, prospec- tive son-in-law-for you meant him to marry Reuther."
 T trusted him. would trust him in . many ways yet"
 Would you trust him enough to be- lieve that he would tell you the truth if you asked him point-blank whether his hands were clean of crime?"
 Yes" The word came in a whis- per; but there was no wavering in it. She had felt the conviction dart like an arrow through her mind that Oli- yer might slay man in his hate might even conceal his guilt for years but that he could not lie about it when brought face to face with an ac- cuser like herself.
 Then I will let you read something he wrote at my request these man. years ago: An experience-the tale of one awful night, the horrors of which. locked within his mind and mine. have never been revealed to a third person. That you should share our secret nov, is not only necessary, but fitting. It becomes the widow of John Scoville to know what sort of a man she persists in regarding inno- cent. Wait for me-"
 With a quick step he wound his way among the various encumberine pieces of furniture to his bedroom Here he fingered so long that, without any conscious volition of her own she found herself on her feet, but she had not had time to reseat herseJ, when she beheld him approaching with his hand.
 ''I want you sit here and read" said he, laying the manuscript down on g small table near the wall under a gas jet which he immediately lighted. 'l em going back to my own desk. If yor want to speak, you may; I shall no, be working" LHd she heard his foot steps retreating again in and ou among the furniture till he reached hi. own chair and sat before his ow1 table.
 This ended all sound in the room ex cepting the beating of her own heart which had become tumultuous.
 Thank God! the manuscript wa. legible. Divers handwriting pos sessed the clearness of print. Sh, had begun to read before she knew it and having begun, she never paused till she reached the end
 l was fifteen. It was my birthda, and had my own ideas of how want ed to spend it. My hobby was model ling. My father had no sympath, with this hobby. To him it was waste of time better spent in stud or such sports as would fit me fo study When on the day I mentio