Marble Hill press. (Marbel [sic] Hill, Mo.) 1881-1923, 1915-07-22
CHAPTER xill-Continued.

once WlthiN the room, ne became us
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 nuttered
in vague apology
1t was a weird beginning to an in
terview whose object was as yet In
comprehensive to her. One minute q
oItnding 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 doomed 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 speechless,
mo; nothing ! have every con
fidence in his assertions. should have
Jet. if it were not for this horror"
Forget it for a moment Recall his
effect upon you as a man, a prospec-
dive on-inlaw-for you meant him to
marry Reuther."
Il trusted him. l would trust him in
many ways yet"
Would you trust him enough to be
aseve that he would tell you the truth
Sf you asked him pointblan whether
his hands were clean OF crime?"
Yes" The word came in a whis-
Fer; but there was no wavering In It.
She had felt the conviction dart like
an arrow through her mind that Oil
yer might slay a 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 &C
cuser like herself.
Then | 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 limo
cent. Wait for me-"
With a quick step he wound his
way among the various encumbering
pteces 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 herself
when she beheld him approaching with
the bundle of loose sheets clutched in
1is hand
Il want you sit here and read" said
he, laying the manuscript down on a
small table near the wall under a gas
let which he Immediately lighted. Il
am going back to my own desk II you
want to speak. you may; shall not
be working" And she heard his foot
steps retreating again In and out
among the furniture till he reached his
own chair and sat before his own
table
This ended all sound In the room ex.
cepting the beating Of her own heart.
which had become tumultuous.
Thank God! the manuscript was
tegible. divers handwriting pos
sessed the clearness OF print She
had begun to read before she knew II.
and having begun. she never paused
ell she reached the end
was fifteen. Il was my birthday
and had my own ideas OF how I want.
ID 70 spend It, My hobby was model
ting. Ny father had no sympathy
With this hobby. To him Il was q
waste Of time better spent In study
- sseh sports a. vosld fit me for
p1nl0. when on ths DAY ] mention