The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-06-14

copyristt, 1913 by the
 (Co4at1au Hia wife stared at him uncompre- hendingly.
 aHaye I2' she questioned mechan- acally.
 'sYes, Wainwright. answered. "Of course, I dare say, it's a matter really of no moment to any one except my self. But the fact is you've made me love you.y
 There dame from the girl a tiny burst of sound, indetermfnate. yet fraught with emotion The husband continued with a curious severity of expression:
 .sYou had forgotten thatT
 The wife gasped Her color flowed to and fro in her face, so that she was pallfd and fevered in the same instant.
 'sNo, no!' she bre4thed.
 sfBut-hadnit you?'' Wainwright per sisted. Hadn't you forgotten, too, bow you feel toward-me P
 Lucene sIiuddered yfsfblys But her resolve of martyrdom, formed under the spacious arguments of Andrew, still held. She would not yteldgto the love light in her husbands eyesthe en- yelopfng caress in his voice.
 ss1To, no!' she cried, with a hys ferical vehemence. Don't you. see? That was all a part of the game me-n1y''--
 Wainwright smiled 1nscrutably. Something in fheenaanner of his wife was convincing t64Eard comfort.
 ss0n, yes, to be~surer' he said smooth N. tsAN paEEs Of the gamei And that-tzaa3 is-azl2''
 Lucene faltered shrank, could not meet hisssearchtn eyes
 -sThat,s z lsf1e said despeir1ngIy-t't that 4s-allr'
 Wainwright went slowly toward his wife. There was something compell- ing in his aspect. something that beat upon her heartsand bent it to his will, despite her struggle against him. B11nd1yashe- saw am 5fuDeEataEe gesture from AnGeew. biddaHg her go She gave no heed to it. Her whole soul iwas absorbed by the man she loved, who came close to her. and looked down on her win eyes that searched within the inneEnest recesses of her soul.
 Look at 41aeg'' he 4ccuanaanAed. She made no answer: only stood d0wncast before him. tEemzious, longing, fear fully reincfant. Look at me!' Again the command ssmofe heu. moved her strangely to esoedfence, despite every thing.
 @Lucenet'' oncesaeain. his voice was Who7fy naasEeEfuI Lock at mer' his, and the p4teOrs sacrifice sdn these depths taught him something of the g1aasrsy trntn that lay benea4h her sur face reluctance
 He went to t1ae door leading into the hail and called ghAxply:
 Marshall, Mars71a1d.' There came an .inAeternainate sound sthat he traAs- lated Unto an answer. Bring Creegan heEa$ was his command
 A azoment later the detective ap- DaaFed 1with manac1ed thief at his side
 4gEakeaof the handeufs,a Vain wRfg1E zlEected Bris911y.
 AftsEee glance at the set face Aarsha ebeyed the oBder Then WafnwE1ght spoke again, to the pris- oner.
 @CEesgaa.snay wife tells me that @she 1. and y0E4aad planned to go away te- GAthes
 ssThasaaht, gevneg.''
 Waih5EFight turned his eyss fH11 on his wifas saand spoke easily, almost lack aAatsieaIlFv
 eWelI. hsEs 7she is. Creegan. Take heB-aRdSSaGp
 The akaeed weadepingdy.
 ''SzBe-saagAf'' he exclaimed.
 Watp ight Roaded teWaFd. GFeegan and UheR looked toward his wife, "OAHsA AeRef Ehe 7ekhsEtad. 'tTheFe's i yaEEgaaaA Bake him aHdsbe of.' He ! wentmHe szseE,stoek her hand. drew her kaoFWaEsa and placed her hand in that of the thief, Holding the two together. The touch efsthe r11fHan's hand on hers broke the blends Of her self centrel. She dreMawaF with shrM cry of herrers H 9,saw F-No, 9ne,aaeP' she repeated ferce1y. FT can't, I can't, eaA't!'
 @LuceneE' Wainwright's voice was yureharged 4with tenderness. i But the zFeman was become gen. nine now-se7f sacrifice forgotten ua- der the driving of natural repulsioa
 "0h,n she cried despairingly. ssI'll FRe: yes, I will go! But not with him not with hiHai Oh, couldn't; no, I l couldn't! Td-Pd kill myself frstl''
 Suddenly a smile curved the lips of Wainwright.
 .I thought sog' Without any haste he turned to Marshall Take him EawayP' he directed, with a curt nod howard the thief.
 "I'H keep him safe. no fear" the de ective joined,
 But Vain wright shook his head.
 No, not that he commanded. ssTurn ain Ioose-Iek him go!''