The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1916-02-27

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ward the shrubbery Of the eastern
point. Margory, the fair haired child,
chartered and fiuttered birdlike about
her silent mother as she approached
the house and passed inside. But on
the wide loggia Enoch Golden, stern
eyed and grim-lipped. paced back and
forth. scared by the fires of jealous
suspicious
The master OF Windward Island
was man Of action, and prolonged
inaction before a peril which threat
ened his home had eaten like acid into
his soul He paced back and forth,
wrestling with his black thoughts,
stopping only for q moment to bark
out a word or two at the negro
servant who stopped deferentially be-
fore him for orders. His face re-
laxed, however, as little Margory
crept to his side and took his hand
He lifted her head and stared into her
innocent young face. so like her moth
er's. But moment later, as be stood
at The railing looking after the de-
parting Palidori. his great chest
heaved. Golden. the man Of strength,
the man who made all life a battle,
found this fight against that insuh-
stantial enemy known as jealousy too
much for him. He wheeled about and
strobe liz to the house
ASK Mrs. Golden to come here, he
commanded
Golden leaped to his feet, He strobe,
white-faced, through the silent house,
hurried on alone the narrow garden
paths. and suddenly slackened his
pace rs he approached the thick
shrubbery beyond. The sound OF
voices came TO his ear. Creeping for
ward he cautiously parted the
branches. There. screened from the
world about them, Palidori stood gaz-
ing down into his wife's eyes.
Il cannot give you the key" he
heard her say. MY husband still
has it."
Then what can we do?" asked the
italian.
II will give II to you tonight. Tt
will be safer then, was the quavering
answere,
Then you must give me more
than the key" murmured PaIIdori.
Golden, dropping back, staggered
away like a stricken animal and
heard no more His last hope had
withered out The worst was known.
He re-entered his home, Ike man
in a dream.
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He was still pacing tho room when
his wife came in. AS she approached
him she caught sight of the open
locket on the desk and took it up.
Tears started 10 her eyes Then she
crept to her husbands side. with her
hands cliuginp hunErily to his Shout
ders. But Go den could neither meet
her gaze nor speak to her. The gulf
that had yawEel between them was
already too wide ever to be bridged.
And he WAS glad when their golden
haired child danced into the room and
put an end to that scene which was
only torture to him
And late thaht night. when the hour
for his Intervention drew nearer, he
was almost able 10 eNult in finding
something against which 10 centraljze
all his earlier vague suspicious He
moved with both calmness and pre-
cision. He showed the quick instinct
of the trained hunter in seeking COW
err behind the heavy portiere, for the
French window beside him COM
manded q view OF both the library
within and the moonlit garden with
out. And along the shruhhery of this
garden he soon detected Palidori
stealing carrying a travelling bag in
his hand and coat over his arm.
Through the softly tighten library, a
minute later. the figure Of Golden'S
wife slowly advanced,
The watching husband could see the
two come together he could hear the
murmur of whispering voices, he
could see raldori's hand so out and
clasp the woman's. At that. the man
half hidden by the heavy portiere
re- led down to his bolster and drew
his revolver. Then he stopped, for
Palidori was no longer speaking in a
whisper
II will not go alone, | love you
and want you to be happy!"
1t was then that the planter
stamped on the wooden floor, not with
mere rage, but as a signal to his
waiting servants. He could hear his
wife's call for help, for already his
three huge negroes had darted
through the bushes and surrounded
Palidori.
The Italian. drawing his revolver
as lee wheeled about. found his fire.
arm suddenly knocked from his hand.
Even before Golden could reach him
he was seized and overpowered and
held a prisoner. The master of the
manor, once his path was plain, was
not given to hesitation.
"Tie up that man." was his curt
command, land take him to the
manor cellars!"
Then Golden turned to his wife, who
stood swaying from side to side. with
her hands covering her face. But the
steely glitter OF his eyes did not
soften.
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"You have dishonored my home
and my name. That leaves you only