Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-07-31

AAch ANoR-EIG was Dead.
man reiterated heavily.
walker held out his hand, and
keene took 1t listlessly.
TN see you tonight?"
Yes, tonight" DULY. "and con-
gratulations."
Thanks"
Walter smiled afrably, turned, and
was gone ~
keene listened to his footsteps an
they echoed and died out down the
iohg corridor. Then he went to his
desk quickly and opened the bottom
hand sought its dark recesses and at
a cold touch he smiled cunningly as
ne looked toward the door, and his
nps framed two words his expression
made hideous: Tonight"
VI.
That night lights blazed throuRhout
the palatial residence of Riehsrd
Walker. 1t was the night of his for
NAL announcement of his engagement
10 Edith Hilton. Liveried servants
oustled htther and thither about the
rooms, making all ready for the ex-
pected guests. They came on time
all but Hugh Keene, who was tardv
There was another guest. early, un-
invited, and unexpected. He had fol-
lowed Walker home from Keene's Of
nee that afternoon, and now. patient
ly hid behind the folds of the heavy
curtains that separated the reception
room from the dining room. He kept
very quiet, this guest, and when he
could, watched intently Walkers face.
he noted also the pale tragic look on
the race or the young man who came
late, but was too interested in his
own AFFAIR to indulge his sympathy.
sympathy! Strange thing, that, in
one who had come for what he had
come. Strange that those years in
prison cell had not entirely killed
that. He thought, passingly, how
strange 1t was that he should enter
tain a thought of sympathy-he.
whose hearts desire
But his interest in the pale young
man was, perforce, concentrated when
ne noted, after dinner, and just as
Walker was about to crown his future
bride with magnificent diadem, that
the young mans hand sought inde-
cisively his hip pocket
Porter's interest changed quickly to
apprehension at the sudden thought
that this pale young man might cheat
him out of what he felt to be specifi-
cally his. His hearts desire" He
would give him no further oppor-
tunity. Quickly. nervously his own
hand found his coat pocket-quickly,
nervously, his arm was struck through
the luxurious folds of the heavy cur
tains that concealed him.
He fired, and Walker spasm odically
clutching his shirt front. sank lifeless
to the floor.
Don Porter made no attempt to
escape. When they took him, he was
smiling with frightful content. They
thought him Insane, for, as he was
taken off. he kept ever repeating an
Ito them) incomprehensible phrase
whose burden was my hearts de-
sire!"
Keene left hurriedly, his step hard
~ more buoyant than when he had
come.
The next morning Edith Hilton
seemed peculiarly unaffected for a
girl who had so tragically lost her
sweetheart.
But the sense of her own perfidy in
bartering her soul for this mans gold
was only borne in upon her when she
realized how unaffected his death left
her. She wanted to see Hugh Keene
1t was the strongest feeling she had.
NAAS oAL ~ HIS OlllCCt
1t was much before opening time.
He was there, dressed as he had
been the night before. His head was
thrown forward between his out
stretched arms on the desk; his body
was alarmingly still. She went to
him, chill freezing the very nerves
OF her. His eyes were open, but they
saw her not. They seemed to be gaz-
ing through the very walls them
selves, mayhaps after his departed
soul-out into infinite space. where
the Pomp of Earth harries not the
soul of man.
Later, when men came, they opened
mis- fingers tightly clenched about a
dainty little revolver, and a note. The
note was from the Sunset Club, and
read:
MY Dear Mr. Keene:
The governors of the Sunset
Club request that you deliver to
them tomorrow an accounting of
the funds entrusted to you as
treasurer.
JOHN BRUCE,
Secretary"
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