The Yale expositor., 1916-09-21

white-faced, through the silent house,
hurried on along the narrow garden
paths, and suddenly slackened his
pace as he approached the thick shrub
berry beyond. The sound of voices
came to his ear. Creeping forward he
cautiously parted the branches. There,
screened from the world about them,
Palidori stood gazing down into his
wife's eyes.
II cannot give you the key" he
heard her say. my husband still has
it,"
"Then what can we dor asked the
Italian.
Il will give 1t to you tonight. 1t
will be safer then" was the quaver-
ing answer.
N''Then you must give me more than
the key" murmured Palidori.
Golden, dropping back, staggered
away like stricken animal and heard
no more. His last hope had withered
out. The worst was known. He re-
entered his home, like a man in a
dream. He sat gray-faced at his desk,
a sweat of agony beading his great
body. Then, after an hour of silent
wrestling with his soul, the natural
! belligerency of the fighting man awak-
ened in him. Seeing only one course
| before him, he sent CURLY for three
Of his retainers, three huge negroes
whom he knew he could trust. To
| each of these he handed out belt and
holster containing a revolver Then
! he briefly and coldly gave his orders.
This island he grimly announced,
makes its own laws!"
And late that night, when the hour
for his intervention drew nearer, he
was almost able to exult in finding
something against which to centralize
all his earlier vague suspicious. He
moved with both calmness and pre-
| cison. He showed the quick instinct
of the trained hunter in seeking cover
behind the heavy portieres, for the
! French window beside him command
ed a view of both the library within
/ and the moonlit garden without. And
along the shrubbery of this garden he
! soon detected Palidori stealing, car
rying a traveling-bag in his hand and
a coat over his arm. Through the soft
| ly lighted library, a minute later, the
| figure of Golden's wife slowly adj
/ vanced She crept out through the
! French windows, which stood open,
stepped down into the garden. and
passed on through the shrubbery to
where Palidori stood waiting in the
shadows.
The watching husband could see the
| two come together, he could hear the
murmur of whispering voices, he could
see Palidori's hand go out and clasp
the woman's.
81 will not go alone. l love you,
and want you to be happy"
The woman's answer could not be
heard. But Palidori, stepping sudden
ly forward clasped her in his arms,
and forced back her head until his
lips smothered the cry that rose to
her own.
It 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 he 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, "and take him to the manor
cellars!"
Then Golden turned to his wife.
you will come with mel" he said,
as he pointed towards the open
French windows.
1t was not until she reached the
center of the lighted room that she
turned and regarded him with wound
ed yet pleading eyes.
"You have dishonored my home,
and my name. That leaves you only
one thing to do. You will go from
that home" he cried, with increasing
passion. Il want you 90 go, and go
now, and never cross my path again!'
"Wait!" she cried. with her hand
on her heart Listen to-"
'It is too late for words. said. I'm
til you leave this house, / cannot
breathe in it,"
But did nothing wrong. oh, God.
IL had only known! II I"
II want you to gol" he repeated.
Goldens hand trembled as she
passed out through the door, but 9TH
erwise he gave no sign of the feelings
swaying him.
He took a great breath, strobe
across the room. passed down the 81.
lent hall. and threw open the mas.
sive oak door that led to the manor
cellars.
These cellars were a series OF
gloomy chambers, almost dungeonlike
in the massiveness Of their walls, a
! relic OF the older slave days when
Windward island was both a distribut
} ing point for the African traders and
a raiding place for the Caribbean free