The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1916-04-03
a Great Love

never will be anything that can hap
pen to. a man in his life that he is not
capable of dealing with if he only
keeps his head and sits tight I'm
going to stand by you, sonny; so buck
| up! Good heavens; this is the first
thing that has knocked me a bit side
ways at first that have gone through,
and in all probability it won't be the
| last,
Crawley stared at the strong man
| helpless1y. Brooke awed him-inspir-
ed him. For the moment he forgot that
| it was Brooke's wife who lay there,
dead; forgot that if Brooke knew the
truth he would kill him like a dog;
forgot everything save the strong,
| forcefu1 personality of the great man
"Where-where is it," asked Brooke
I'm the studio" murmured Crawley,
with shudder.
Good. Well go into your room,
here. Anybody know YETI"
Crawley shook his head.
,, 'Hutton's out he said
when do you expect him back?'
Not till after midnight
That's right" said Brooke grimly,
glancing at his watch We've got
J
haven't any time to lose, but for all
that we mustn't get Hurried We must
! consider"
He commenced to pace the room,
| his forehead puckered with thought.
| He stopped at last by the sideborad.
poured himself out glass of brandy
| and drained it at a gulp.
| You'd best follow suit he growl-
| ed
NO good" groaned Crawley, fling
ing himself in one of those huge arm
chairs by the fireplace I've been do
| ing little else for the last hour
"Humph, it's like that, is it? Well.
just you sit there and say nothing for
bit. I'm working it out. Now. when
did she come?
Crawley told him truthfully. describ-
| ing briefly. what had taken place.
And he concluded huskily. there's
nothing to be done but to inform the
| police Heaven, man. haven't I been
| trying to find out some other way?"
| That's quite out of the question: =
retorted Brooke gruffly. You're mad
| to think of it, You don't want to fig
ure publicly in scandal of this sort.
i Why. it would mean ruin-worse than
ruin"
! Il know know" groaned Craw-
| ley. covering his face with his hands
and commencing to sob like a woman,
If you don't shut up" Numbered
Brooke. I'll kick you, Don't be such
a fool. Crawley Confound it ALL is it
! to be expected that because a wretch
ed woman like this Zoe of yours
chooses to fling herself at your head
7 Ia1,, Oh irr,- y o
a historical revenge on you by com
! ing here and killing herself in your
rooms. you are calmly to give Inlet
the whole hideous story be made pub
lie property, and your name a by-word
Are you quietly. and without rails
ing a finger. going to submit to wha!
this would mean-press notoriety
your portrait in every paper? Bah. II
is not to be thought of for moment
and you know it.
You've got name. and great
reputation which I've done my best tc
help you get; you've got future and
yes, and are you forgetting your
Eva?"
Don't man-Dont," sobbed the ar
fist. I've been through that hell be
fore. have seen everything, realized
all Indt IL would mean, ana would &c
Heaven that | had the strength to put
an end to it, ! tell you, Brooke. old
chap-and | mean what I say could
never live to face it. l couldn't,
swear.
shouldn't think So" replied Brooke
brusquely, 'and that is what am try.
| ing to drive into your head. Now just
you shut up and face it like a white
man. Get up. sonny. What's the good
of carrying on like this? The wretch.
ed things done What's done is done
and obviously we can't undo It. Now
can you be certain no one saw her
come in-eh?"
Il believe no one saw her come in
answered Crawley family
Did she come up in the lift?"
mo. Hutton was out, and-yes, l
don't believe any one saw her come
in
That's right or course we can't
be sure: still-Look here"-he
broke off suddenly and slapped his
leg. I've got it, sonny. BY George, I
believe it can be done! 1t must be
done"
| Ito BE continued.)
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