The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1916-05-30

yeYs to attend to a matter OF busi
ness that must be settled before they
should start on their honeymoon
Euuice returned TO his mother z
house TO wait for him. There. "a
hor amaze. she found a letter that
had Just been delivered.
Eunice read, on the single shet
Of notepaper, this feebly traced
scrawl:
Eunice--I am very sick. The
doctors say ! can't last much
longer. I'll be happier. at the
finish of the race, 10 know you
had forgiven me. Won't you
spare Just a minute 10 come and
say good-by? don't deserve
Il. But most of us don't deserve
the things We get. d. II.
A thrill Of pity sursed through
Eunice read. on the single sheet
man who once had been her husband
was dying in misery Al once her
mind was made up. Bruce would not
be back for nearly all hour,
Half an hour later she entered the
house she had quilted more than a
year earlier: the home where fol-
years she had led so wretched life.
Duncan billiard rose from q chair
TO greet her.
why" exclaimed Eunice, In
amaze. you told me you we're very
ILL.,"
IF I'd said was very broke. in
he answered, loosely. you
wouldn't have come here. And had
to see you"
There is nothing either OF US can
have to say TO the other" replied
turning to go, you got me
here by a trick. And"
And I'll keep you here by force.
Il have to-" he snapped, until
you've heard what | want To say"
I'm broke" he said, before she
could speak. 'T'm cleaned out. I'll
have TO skip the country inside OF
week, to dodge jail-uniess can
.aise the money that will square me.
You have about fifty thousand dol
arx-the money YOU inherited from
rour mother. That viii tide me
,vcr. nicely. / want IT."
IL think" she said. wonderingly, Il
hink you must have lost your
mind"
you're married to Bruce Kings
ON, suppose"
"Yes." she answered, note Of
ride In her voice.
Il supposed you would be-" he
miled. Il figured you and he would
marry the very minute you found
1ou were divorced from me-"
But We didn't. We"
"Well. well. day or two later.
hen" he said, irritabiy, The exact
late lent important. knew you two
lnworldly youngsters would take 1t
'or granted the divorce was o. K,
md wouldn't bother to investigate.
Ny dear, don't like to call you
names. But you're a very charming
--bigamist. We're no more divorced
han Adam and Eve. You're my
wife, by law of God and man. And
you can be sent TO prison for big
lmy. You and your precious near
husband, Kingston. And. by the
sternal, you shall be sent there. the
.wo Of you. unless get that cash.
With r strangled, wordless cry.
me slipped past him, before he could
,top her. and fed from the house.
An hour later, Bruce Kingston,
,crvously wondering whittier his
bride had gone. received this note.
rom the hand Of a messenger boy:
Bruce, Dearest find have
not been legally divorced from
my husband. | am not your
wife. Duncan holds US both in
his power. He will send us to
prison II we are together But
III vanish, he can't prove any
thing and you will be safe. So
good-by; my own darling. For
give me for the grief this must
cause YOU. Put there is TO 9TH
er way. love you.
EUNICE.
Nor could money or skill or
months OF tireless search bring
Bruce any further trace OF the wo-
man he adored.
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