Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-08-07
you'll Not Go Away; You'll Stay
and Pay-Pay for Your Folly"

eyes, saw the answer there. He knew
he would have the paper If she could
get it. And then he dropped his own
eyes quickly, as If he feared she might
read his deceit and trickery in them
To know how we'll his plan succeed
ed, we have only to turn, one hour
later, to Isabelle's pretty boudoir.
Clay was there. And Irwin. And the
chief of police. They had asked him
to come that he might see the con-
fession, and act quickly without wait
Ing for the courts action on Monday.
They feared that Stone would leave
town. Time was precious.
The door of the secret safe In the
wall was wide open. The cover of
the Jewel case was up. The paper
was gone.
More of your drunken folly" r.
win shouted. II suppose you told
Stone where you had hidden the pa
per last night, when he pumped you
in the den."
"Stone got nothing from me-" Clay
doggedly replied. 'I never talk when
I am drunk"
And only Isabelle, shrinking in the
big chair before the fireplace knew.
Only she could have told where the
paper went. Only she could have
told-and she remembered 1t all so
distinctly now-how Mrs. Blake had
moved suddenly toward the safe, as
she had carried the jewel case to the
table by the window. Only she could
have told of that faint momentary
rustic of paper she had heard in the
brief instant that her back was
turned.
"a paper gone" she muttered to
is the thief, and If tell. she'll expose
me-
Though Isabelle we'll knew that for
her to hold her tongue meant poverty
and hardship all her life; though she
knew that 1t meant the entire loss of
happiness for herself and her hus-
band, who could not exist without the
luxury to which they had been accus-
toned, though she knew that her ac-
ton was dragging down her father
into poverty and business failure with
her husband, she could not drive her
errant tongue to speak the few simple
words that would have cleared all.
Insistently, persistently, she MAIN
tanned that she did not know where
the paper had gone; that she had
never seen it; that nobody had been In
the room with her.
And so the craven fear that held
her tongue made silence her latest
and greatest folly, while ruin, gaunt
anu nOEIlDlC, SldlhGO lILOuSh dtA
their lives. ALL WERE PAYING
horrible Price for her folly and
their own.
And Mrs. Blake! What OF her7
Mission accomplished and paper safe
ly in her possession, she became sud-
denly possessed of a desire to tell
Stone of her success. Hers had been
the dangerous work. Hers was to be
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Almost girlish were her actions as
she tiptoed up to the door of Stones
fiat. and finding it ajar, softly entered.
Guided by voices that came from the
library she made her way into the
house. Womanlike she paused to
listen.
And tomorrow you and I will go
away together
The voice was Stones. There was
no mistaking it. Something seemed
to go dead within her. Craftily she
peered around the edge of the por-
there, and weak, stunned angry, she
staggered back. Her bubble had
burst Stone was planning to go
away with one of his chorus friends.
She had been the catspaw-the dupe.
Quickly she left, as quietly as she
had come and going to her own apart
ment she telephoned Stone to come
to her, and handing him an envelope
filed with blank paper, she said,
"Here is the confession"
With catlike cunning she watched
his eagerness as he seized the en-
velope, watched the sudden wonder
on his face that turned to anger az
he found that he had been duped.
What does this mean?" he de-
manded hotly.
Listen and you shall hear" she
replied calmly and told him all that
she. had seen and heard in his rooms.
"As for the confession, secured 1t and
shall keep it," she concluded.
He sprang at her, his fingers eX-
tended as If to throttle her, only to
start back from the cleaning silver
revolver that she pointed at him.
mo, II: not give you the confess
sion," she sighed, wavering for an in
slant, you'll not take 1t from me
either. AID you'll not go away with
your chorus girl friend. No. Horace
Stone, you'll not go away" she
shouted in angry passion, the very
violence of her emotions bringing
back her strength, you'll stay, and /
will hold this confession over your
head TO brand you as thief when
ever 1 see fit. YOU'LL NOT GO
AWAY, SAY. YOU'LL STAY. Yes.
and You'll pay-pay dearly for your
folly"
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