The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1916-08-05

sick of hiding out I couldn't keep
away any longer. Arrest me, Il you
IKE. won't resist"
Arrest your" echoed the policeman,
with a big laugh. "Your boss was
havin' some Of the old furniture ripped
out OF his office last week. They
pulled a desk away from the wall. And
there was the package OF bonds on
the floor behind II. Turnbull notified
the chief and"
Hugh Scott did not wait to hear
any more. With the joyous yell OF q
~schoolboy newly let out from study.
he bolted down the street at \ dead
run.
And he ran the harder as he drew
near tho Turnbull house.
A prim and ~whits-capped maid an.
swered his summons at the Turnbull
door.
But he pushed his eager way past
her. into the house, crying:
Marjorie! Martorie!"
Mrs. Hardy had come out into the
hall. In blank fear she gazed on the
returned wanderer. But she was q
woman OF chilled.steel nerve. And. on
the instant, she realized what had &C.
CURED.
Where, MartorIe?" demanded
Hugh, brcathless. Where's my wife7"
81 don't know where your wife is.'
returned Mrs. Hardy, puzzled at the
query. ~ didn't even know you had
one. But Marjorie isn't living here
any more. She Is at"
mot living here?" he exclaimed
why not? Where is she? II"
She is at her husbands house. Of
course said Mrs. Hardy. Where
else would she be? Though, for that
matter, she might as we'll have stayed
here, for all the home life she has,
He and she have suites OF rooms at
opposite ends of the house, and"
Married." said Hugh, dazedly
Married to whom?"
"Why, to Henry. Three months ago,
oh. I forgot. 1t was after you'd gone.
The same day. but"
She paused, stricken into momen
tary silence by the awful look that
distorted Hugh SCOTS features. Muir
dcr-stark murder-glared from his
bloodshot eyes. He tried TO speak;
choked, and, wheeling, staggered out
Of the house, holding his hands in
front of him as though he had been
smitten with blindness.
Mrs. Hardy for once lost her cold
poise. Trembling. she ran to Cyru.
Turnbulls study and burst in upon
the doing old man.
"Mr. Turnbull!" she called, shaking
her employer roughly by the shoulder.
Wake up! Something terrible has
happened. Hugh Scott is alive. And
he's started for his brothers. house
TO kill him and Marjorie! Come, let
US hurry and go to them!"
Red rage In his heart, Hugh Scott
reelcd out into the street. One great
purpose obsessod his soul-rcvenge on
the man who had stolen his wife.
In Henry SCOTS new home an hour
before Henry himself had sat writing
at his library table. In earlier days
he had pictured a home like this and
Just such peacefully busy evenings.
But in those visions Marjorie had al.
ways been sitting beside him with
her book or her needlework ready TO
smile back at him whenever his eyes
should stray from his task TO her dear
face.
In actually the strangely mated
husband and vito were even farther
apart than they had been in tho days
of Henry's futile courtship. Henry
had kept his pledge not to force his
love upon the girl no had claimed as
his wife.
Marjorie had her own suite Of rooms
and he his, as Mrs. Hardy had said.
And they seldom met except at meal
times. Patiently and tenderly Henry
had tried 10 soothe M~arjorie's grief
and to make her lie happier. Never
since the day of Hugh's disappearance
had he spoken a word OF love to her.
nor In any other way sought to draw
her attention to himself. At every
turn she was met by proofs Of hN
considerate care for her wellbeing; but
he himself stood aloof from her life.
Tonight, as he toiled over some dull
Office business Henry felt a great
loneliness that he could not wholly
drown In his work. All his friends
regarded him as the happiest Of men.
He alone knew he was the most heart
broken.
As he sat there, bent over his desk,
noiseless steps entered the library be.
hind him.
A little pair Of soft, cool hands
were all at once laid over Henry's
eyes. Their touch sent a wondrous
thrill through the mans whole body
"Marjorie!" he cried, incredulous;
and he sprang to his feet and stood
staring at her.
Tive brought my courage to the
sticking point at last, Henry" Mar
jorie faltered, her averted face fam.
Ing with bushes. Twelve come In
here toto propose to you. It's lear
year, you know" she finished, in Q
poor little attempt at lest to hide her