Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1915-07-22

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the door and entered slowly. She had
changed her street gown for a negligee.
which instantly caught the girls ap-
preciative eye.
"You look beautiful" she said quick
ly. Jean Darnell turned her tawny
eyes on her and smiled family.
II am not usually up until noon," she
responded, "and-I am getting old, my
dear" She threw out her jeweled
hands with a sparkling gesture of half
comic resignation. Ruth laughed.
John Dorr says everybody gets old
in New York. Don't you like him"
Mrs. Darnell looked into the clear
eyes Of the girl and almost failed to
follow her baser instinct. But at that
loose throat she saw the heavy gold of
The Master Key" AS if it had SUI
pernatural powers. the sight of that
key locked the door of her heart "Of
course l like john" she said easily.
I'VE must get everything fixed up now.
George will be here-George Everett,
OF course. 1 mean-tonight, and you
and he a talk the business over"
"You know, we simply must have
the money" Ruth returned earnestly.
The mine isn't paying now, but John
knows where we car find the mother
lode again; then We'll all be rich"
"Ah!" said Jean DarneIl. You're
selling stock, 1 presume?"
II W it ALL" Ruth returned proud
ly. ITS my mine. Ny father left it
to me when be died" She did not see
the sullen hatred that slowly famed
until Jean Darnell's eyes fairly blazed.
In her own room she stood a moment
GREATNESS. Then she tore off her fleecy
negligee in an intensity of silent rage
and despair. seen only by the %unexcited
eyes of the god whom she had deted.
1t is wickedness, not virtue. which
Is theatrical, and at this moment Jean
Darnel flung herself Into her evil pas
sion with all the abandon Of the TRACE
dian. only her voice was almost inau-
dible: tom Gallon. Tom Gallon. dead
though you are, I'll have revenge!"
When her fury had spent itself-and,
like all physically indolent women. she
could not yield long to e~motton-she
prepared her campaign.
First she called up George Drake and
made certain that he would be at her
home for dinner that evening. Then
she called up two old acquaintance
who were always glad to fill empty
chairs at her we'll set table. This set
tied. she again sought Ruth and per
suaded her from going down tmmedi.
ately to Everett's Office.
You must be very tired. my DEAR
Mrs. Darnell purred- And, anyway.
you know, in New York young ladies
do not go about u%nescorted to mems
business Offices. and I cannot go with
you until tomorrow or mex day"
THAT will be too late," cried Ruth.
Mrs. Darnell opened her eyes wide,
as if in surprise. "Mr. Everett is com.
ing to dinner tonight" she said sooth'
ingly. You can talk business to your
hearts content right here
THAT will be much better" said
Ruth.
When her hostess was gone she
stood by the window trying to think
more calmly Of all that had happened
since she had left 1.-The Master Key
mine. but n thought was prominent
What was John Dorr doingY' She
recalled that there was three hours
difference in time. 1t was now 2 O'CLOCK
in New York, and it was only IL in 81
lent Valley. Tom Kane would be JUS
making his final preparations for din
ner, and she could almost smell the
odor Of his coffee. These homely de
tails occupied her mind tenderly for ar
hour; then she caught up and dressed
herself for the street again.
She had barely finished when the
maid came in with tea. followed by
Mrs. Darnell.
My child. what in the world are you
going to do?" asked Jean. Look,
] Wen have tea together"
II was going out for a walk" Ruth
responded. You know l have never