The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1915-06-25
CHAPTER XlIl-Continued.

Oboe within the room. he became his
courteous self once more BE seat
cd" he begged, indicating a chair in
the half gloom. AS she took il. 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 muttered
In vague apology.
II was a weird beginning to an in
'terview whose object was as yet in
comprehensive 10 her One minute
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
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 as you knew it in
Detroit to make you hesitate to re-
ply?" the Judge persisted. as she con-
tinued speeches.
NO nothing have every con-
fdence in his assertions. should have
yet if 1t we're not for this horror"
Forget II for moment. Recall his
effect upon you as man, a prospec-
tive son-in-law-for you meant him to
marry Reuther"
II trusted him. would trust him in
many ways yet"
Would you trust him enough to be-
iieve that he would tell you the truth
sf you asked him point blank whether
his hands were clean OF crime?"
Yes" The word came In a whis-
per; but there was no wavering in 1t.
She had felt the conviction dart Ike
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 IL
when brought face to face with an ac-
-cuser like herself.
Then | will let you read something
ne 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 to a
third person. That you should share
our secret pov. is not only necessary,
but fitting II becomes the widow OF
John Scoville TO know what sort OF
man she PERSISTS in regarding inno-
cent. Wait for me-"
With a quick step he wound his
way among the various encumbering
pieces OF furniture to his bedroom.
Here he fingered so long that, without
any conscious rolition OF her own she
found herself on her feet, but she
tad not had time to reseat herself
when she beheld him approaching with
the bundle Of loose sheets clutched In
his hand.
Il want you sit here and read" said
he, laying the manuscript down on a
small table near the wall under a gas
Set which he Immediately lighted. II
am going back to my own desk. II you
want to speak, you may; I shall not
De working" And she heard his foot
steps retreating 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 Godl the manuscript was
legibfe. divers handwriting pos
sessed the clearness OF print. She
had begun to read before she knew IL,
and having begun. she never paused
till she reached the end.
! was fifteen. II was my birthday
and had my own ideas Of how | want
ed TO spend IL. My hobby was model
ling. My father had no sympathy
with this hobby. To him IL was a
waste OF time better spent in study
or such sports as would At me for
sudy. When on the day I mention