New Britain herald., 1916-09-11
How Katie Startled Madge and Lillian
 With Grim Fears.

With Grim Fears. 'How many more trains are there tonight?"
 Lillian Underwood's voice was l sharp with anxiety. My voice re- | tlected her worry as I answered her ; query.
 Two, one at 1920, and the last, until morning, at o'clock" Well, I suppose we might as well 1 lie down and get some sleep. They
 will probably be out on the last train" You don't suppose'' I began, then ] stopped.
 That they've slipped off the water
 wagon?" Lillian returned grimly. l That's just what Pm afraid of We 1 will know in a little while, anyway. ] Harry will begin to telephone mo, and | keep it up until he gets too hay to l remember the number. Come on, l let's get off these clothes and get 1 into comfortable negligees. We prob 1 ably shall have a long night of worry 1 before us.'
 I obeyed her suggestion, but I was | wild with an anxiety which Lillian | evidently did not suspect. My ques- | ton, which she had finished for me | had not meant what she thought at l ell. In fact, until she spoke of it that possibility had not occurred to me. It was a far different fear that was gripping me. l was afraid that Grace l Draper had failed to keep the bargain she had made with Lillian to keep out 1 of Dicky's way in return for Lillian S i silence concerning the Draper girls l mad attempt to drown me during aour | "desert island picnic.'' What NIadge Feared. Whether or not my narrow escaSe from death had brought Dicky to a realization of what he meant to each | other I could not tell. At any rate l he never had been more my royal 1 lover than in the five days since my accident. Indeed, since that day he | had made but one trip to the city be- 1 side this with Harry Underwood, the return from which we were so anxiously awaiting. When the men left in the morning they had told us not to plan dinner at home, but to be ready to accompany them to a l nearby resort for "shore dinner,' as they were coming out on the 5 o'clock train. No wonder that at 10:30 Lillian and I were both anxious and irritated
 
 Geath so nearly gripped me certainly had given me no reason to doubt that his infatuation for Grace Draper was at an end. But no one except myself kpew how apparently strong her hold had been on Dic11y through the weeks of the late summer, nor how ruthless
 her own mad passion for him was.
 Had she reconsidered her bargain? Was she making one last attempt to egain her hold upon Dicky?
 Another thought struck me, one
 even more terrifying than the other.
 I had read of desperate women who,
 when the end of their hopes came, did
 not hesitate to kill the men wh om they
 loved as well as themselves Suppose I could not keep my fears to myself any longer.
 "Oh Lillian," I gasped, "do you SUD- pose Grace Draper would try to kill Dicky or herself? Perhaps something
 terrible has happened that they are not here.'
 A Lonesome Vigil. Lillian looked at me fixedly. I could see that I had startled her, perhaps had alarmed her. But with characteristic thought for me she hid any fears of her own behind mask. Don't worry about that possibility, l cynical. ''The Draper is altogether
 too cold-blooded to do anything like l that. If she could have quietly got