The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-06-01
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Copyright. 1918, by tEae
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 But the glamour was still on the man, and he spoke again, his tones full of a reverent tenderness:
 What a princess you've grown to bar''
 The, girl turned away resolutely, though her heart was listening to the singing of his praise for her.
 aye must go,'' she commanded.
 Wainwright aroused himself.
 'vYes, he said very softly as be walk ssd beside her. i've must go-~ And men he added still more low, ".To-s gether.'
 
 The days that followed this first meeting were halcyon ones for the low ers-for lovers they were. Lovers they had been, in a sfanciful, drea my, alto gether exrayagant fashion, since the feNzseconds together in Chicago years ago, with never a word exchanged be- tween them.
 E Lovers they were of different sort, from the Instant of the association brought about by the machinations of the Master Mind. There was never any uniesf suggestion aef dRubt on the part of either. The love that had been no more than a romantic chfmera was sprung into full, glorious 1ife-the single reality in the universe, the be- ginning and the end of all things.
 Little by little Wainwright, self con- scaeus, fearful as never before, dared to profess his eadoration. And. by so much as he dared to speak, she shyly %<@ of aC% fTn cs11. prerne confession set them brimIning with ecstasy. For once, it seemed that there was no obstacle to prevent the smooth running of the course of true love. The B1ounts, coneisely advised by Andrew, welcomed Wainwright as a suftor for Lucene's hand For the rest the young man was his own mas ter, the possessor of an ample fortune. There was nothing to occasion delay, and, as soon as a sufficient rousseau could be assembled, the marriage took place
 After heavenly honeymoon season, the bride and groom established them selves 5oyously in a country place near New York, with the admira bIe Andrew in charge of a considerable staff Of servants. The arrangement u@s satisfactory b the B1ounts, as A1ey were invited to a long visit with their daughter and son-in4aw, before leaving for their home in the west.
 Or the various persons concerned in this strange menage Wainwright was most wholesomely happy. though even his happiness was qualified Yet the element of peril, the threat of fmper- manences which he faced, gave even an added zest to the delights of love.
 That which menaced him was the fa- nailEar dread Of the mysterious ven- geance to be visited upon him, but this drazzG was swollen to dimensions new ly un4nous. It was the very morning following the wedding, in a remote ho- tel whdther the bridal pair had gone secEe2lyAest any one know their where aborea, that the blow fell.
 A1 Wainwright passed along the hall- way Oe their suit he perceived some thing SaR7ee under the outer door. On exauHfnfag this he found it to be an Rnve1npe Bearing a typewrftten address to hiznIez6 Something in the look of the unexpected nnissive sickened the man, umxseated him with nervous ap- prezaeusfau of disaster And his emo ton waa. Indeed, justified, for on open ing the envelope he pIucked forth from 1t a red eHxd
 The dayAof doom, then, was near at hand
 It took an the lover's strength of will to hide fron his bride. the shock he had sustained. but somehow he car, r1ed the effort through to success, and Lucene had no suspicion that all was not we'll with the man she so wor. shfped4 But, at once on his return from the wedding journey, Wainwright summoned Marshall, the. Pinkerton agenEn and directed the detective to use every resource in an endeavor to discover the mysterious foe.
 Nevertheless he was happy in his life, happy beyond aught that he had ever conceived as possible, for tine love between him and his wife was a per- feet love. The vengeance that threat ened him was not one to make a brave man weaken, for it was undeseryed. He had no sin on his conscience. He eeuld hold fast to his happiness un- dfsmayed
 It was otherw wise with Lucene. The burden of guilt drained her forces. She had pleaded with Andrew in vain for the privilege of open confession, of the whole truth concerning her past life, to her husband. Such candor had been the instinct of her innocence, and that instinct was never slain, though ehoked to silence by the spacious 6ophistrfes of the Master Mind. He succeeded, however, in convincing her superfciaIIy that perfect frankness to her husband would repel, would drive the lover from her arms.