The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1915-12-09
CHAPTER xili-contInusd.


courteous self once more. BE seat,
ed" he begged. indicating 4 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 mute red
In vague apology.
It was = weird beginning to an in
terview whose object was as yet in.
comprehensive to her One minute a
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 rs you knew It In
Detroit to make you hesitate to re-
ply?" the Judge persisted. a. she con.
tinued speechless.
H"No: nothing. have every con.
hdcnce In his assertions should have
yet. II 1t we're not for this horror"
Forget It for a moment. Recall his
effect upon you as man. q prospec.
tive son-in.law-for you meant him to
marry Reuther."
Il trusted him. would trust him in
many ways yet"
Would you trust him enough to be-
iteve that he would tell you the truth
1t you asked him point blank whether
his hands we're clean OF crime?"
Yes" The word came in 4 whis.
per; but there was no wavering in it.
She had felt the conviction dart like
an arrow through her mind that Oil.
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 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 10 a
third person. That you should share
our secret nov is not only necessary.
but fitting. 1t becomes the widow of
John Scoville to know what sort OF a
tnAn she PERSISTS in regarding limo
cent Wait for me-"
With quick step he wound his
way among the various encumberiaR
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 herself
when she beheld him approaching With
the bundle of loose sheets clutc,,ed in
his hand.
Il want you sit here and read" said
he. laying the manuscript down on q
small table near the wall under a gas
let which he Immediately lighted. II
an going back to my own desk. If you
want to speak, you may; shall not
be working" Wa she heard his foot.
-"o . retreaGrg 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
legible divers handwriting pos
sessed the clearness OF print She
had begun to read before she knew 1t
md having begun. she never pause'
I'LL she reached the end.
was fifteen. 1t was my birthda
and had my own ideas of how l want
ed to spend it. My hobby was mode
ling. My father had no sympath
with this hot by. To him 1t was
waste OF time better spent in stud
or such sports as would fit me &c
ssndy WAes on the day ! mentio