Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1915-06-26

der the driving of natural repulslon.
"Oh," she cried despalringly. "Pll
go; yes, | will gol But not with him
not with him! Oh, l couldn't no, 1
couldn't! Id-Id kill myself first"
Suddenly smile curved the lips Of
Wainwright.
81 thought so% Without any haste
he turned to Marshall. "Take him
awayv' he directed, with a curt nod
toward the thief,
"I'll keep him safe, no fearp the de-
tectiye Joined.
But Wainwright shook his head.
"No, not that" he commanded "Turn
him loose-let him gol'
AS the two disappeared Lucene ut
tered broken cry and sank to the
floor, huddling In helpless weakness
As she fell Wainwright leaped to her.
caught her In his arms, drew her to
his breast.
"0h, my dear-my dearw he said
trcmuIously. "I knew I'll Yes, |
knew lt!'
Then presently there came a whisper
from the wife, a merest breath Of
sound, which told him loudly Of her
truth:
ooh, Cortland but l meant to gop'
For the time being Wainwright felt
himself the conqueror. He understood
IN some measure the device by which
the Master Mind had plotted to make
Iucene the instrument of his venge-
auce. He turned to Andrew with a
smile OF exutatlOn at the utter dis.
comfture, as he deemed it, Of his In
genlouS foe,
~ shall dismiss you now, Andrew
he said rather supercillously
The Master Mind, however, showed
no trace OF the humility of defeat.
''YOu are to learn, Mr. Wainwright,
tdOt am not quite 50 easily dis
missed"
Wainwright frowned dsdNlnfully.
"What do you mean" he demanded
"What has passed" Andrew remark
ed, "is merely an Incident Now we
come at last to the real issue be-
tween u.s."
Wainwright was plainly perpleXed.
"The real issue?' he repeated,
Andrews eyes flashed omlnously and
ia his utterance had a new toxic quail
ity
"Do you suppose that, after four
years Of careful planning, would
place the issue In the hands of a mere
childY
"Yet 1t would seem that you did
commit Just that folly"
Not so" Andrews denial was
spoken with angry vehemcnce. 81
have my chief resource against you
slill In readiness, and shall employ 1t.
Listen, sir! You aspire to high office,
Mr. Wainwright The opposition to
you Is strong, and 1t Is unscrupulOus
You have threatened the corporations
They know what to expect from you
Now, II In the newspapers were to ap
pear the story Of certain peculiar tai
ents OF your wlfe's relatives, together
with sketch Of your wifes life
'My wife's relOhyesw Wainwright
exclaimed.
1t was Lucene who seized the oppol
tuuity for explanation, Little by littl,
now that the period Of most lrlghtfr
stress was past, she had been gather
ing some idea Of the truth as to tn
manner In which she had served th
yindictye spirit of the man whol
hitherto she had regarded with a +,
verential gratitude. Though the whol
matter was not yet clear to her by an
means, she nevertheless perceived b,
yond the shadow Of doubt that Andre,
hated her husband and that he la
maneuyercd cmborately for reycng,
ara that she had been cnlrappcd b
his wiles into the plNylng Of pal
against the man she loved There WA
to her wonderful comfort now IN Tia
fact that her husband had remaiue
convinced Of her falthfulness dcsplt
nll appearance Of evil, That he sti
loved her she knew, and the know
edge revived her spirit to revolt agans
the mOnstrous pretense induced b
Andrew She felt that now, at las
there was indeed an end TO hypocnslJ
between her and her husband m
secrecy and deceit of the past had bee
punished enough already perhaps,
TIE misery of the present For Il
future there should be only truth b
tween them. The love Of the man, 81
had learned, was big enough TO forgl,
the wrong she had done him out
glrlish weakness treacherously b
quilted by the deft leadlngs OF OF
whom she esteemed as her kind
guardian SO at Wamwrlght's bew
dcred exclamation, she cried out ca
erly:
ooh, let me be the one to tell yo
Cortland Please pleasep She clur
TO him In tender beseechlng and felt
new strength from the fond glance
his eyes. "Yes,' she went on with
catch Of her breath, "it's all true abol
me. did wrong oh, horribly wron
know now. My conscience told n
the truth always, but fought again
Il because he said | must. let yC
think my name was Lucene Bloul
and that all these awful people wei