The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1916-07-23

thur varney that this great offering of
love seemed not too much to him now.
As he passed along the quiet semi
suburban streets toward the MAYNARD
mansion, Varney reviewed the strange
maze of Incidents which had passed dur
Ing the recent months.
II seemed like some dream. now. in
the inspiring. healthy environment OF
happy homes. as ne strolied on to COM
plete the work of sin which strange
fate had decreed to be his task.
with Myns %hen s ns with smost
unlimited funds by the High Master, he
had forced his attentions upon her and
her mother, until he had ingratiated
h F II the snmy i'd foG bee. sr. Sss Of
selfish satisfac tion that his charm had
girl He knew that she had become in
ness was unmistakable, and ever IN
/ creasing.
But, and his heart hardened as the
eonaen s sns "a the pco,or
things; Myra had been treating the
physician with a growing confidence and
ney. just when he had succeeded.
through the connivance OF his evil Mas
ter IN Winning the giris consent 10 MR.
| ry him. the physician had thwarted his
not care for him enough to be his wife.
! The romance had been going by the
| board ever since.
Again and again. va,sey had yielded
/ the promptings OF his better nature and
! his growing infatuation for Myra. in tho
campaign OF murder and destruction.
Nov. Tor the second time had he made
the winds and help the girl escape from
this new and almost certain fate.
He had reached the street on which
the Maynard mansion was located. and
he walked more slowly down the hedge-
row. toward the driveway.
He was passing the smooth lawn now,
on which the croquet arches were set
very laughter.
Her merry voice thrilled him. Now
AZ last he told himself. he would prove
himself man-and a lover! He would
warn her In time to save her. He peered
through the leaves OF the hedge, and a
wave of resentment swept over him.
That laugh was not for him. and the
happy music OF II was inspired by none
other than the hated Doctor Alden who
stood near the girl on the croquet
Myra made a shot with her malIet. and
missed. Alden took his turn and the
wooden, sphere struck the final goal
She looked up at Alden's droll grim
Lucky at games-unluckv In love.
they say" she told him. Alden's face
J became serious. rs he regarded her
with a wistful look.
I'm afraid So" he answered.
But Mvra reached for his hand. tim
IDLY. and held II for Just the fraction
! OF a second.
II didn't mean that" che said. and
. then dropped her eyes. as she started
toward the house.
Alden followed her. quietly. while
, Varney drew back from the hedge. His
face was flushed. and he clenched his
hands angrily. His former mood ri
self-sacrifce was swept inside in n ZEAL
Gus mae'stror,- ~ bitter egotisn,.
And I. fool that I am. would hnve
. made way for him-l tn have giver
I'D life. happiness everything, In order
that he could woo her IN rcace' II
sNall not he. II 7 can not have Myra
Mavrard for myself, Alden shall never
/ do ~"
I And ne strobe anRrilv toward the
> driveway. his eyes burning with hat-ed
his mouth grirllv set In his determine.
ton To win all for himself or sacrifice
tho all of others.
He met Alden coming down the drive
and the two mon exchanged the curtes'
OF formal greetings
There was . rnutuP1 interchange O,
distrust and dislike In their eyes al
thew passed.
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