The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1917-08-16
(Copyright 1915. Tho Bobbs- Merrill Company
CHAPTER xx-Continued.

there, finely erect, confronting 1t.
There was something alert about her
pose-he couldn't see her face distinct
ly-that suggested she was expecting
somebody. And then, not aloud, but
very distinctly:
"Roddy," she said.
He tried to speak her name,' but his
dry throat denied 1t utterance. He
began suddenly to tremble. He came,
forward out of the shadow and she
saw him and came to meet him, and
spoke his name again.
~ saw you when you went out" she
said. 81 was afraid you mlghtn't
wait. hurried as fast as l could.
Tve-w-waited so long. Longer than
you"
He managed at last TO speak, and,
as he did so, reached out and took her
by the shoulders. "Come home" he
said. "You must come home"
At that she stepped back and shook
her head. But he had discovered,
while his hands held her, that she
was trembling too.
The stage door opened again to emit
a group Of three of the ''ponles."
They stared curiously at Dane and
the big man who stood there with her,
then scurried away down the alley.
"We can't talk here" he said. 1--WE
must go somewhere"
She nodded assent and they moved
off side by side after the three little
girls, but slower. In an accumulation
of shadows, half way down the alley,
he gripped her arm tight and they both
stood still. The next moment, ana
without a word, they moved on again.
Finally-"Are you all right Roddyl
And the babiesT" she managed to say.
"It's good many days since I've
heard from Portia." And then, sud-
denly: "Was 1t because anything had
gone wrong that you came"
81 didn't know you were here until
I saw you on the stage" he said.
This was all, in words, that passed
until he looked about him in sort OF
dazed bewilderment when she stopped,
at last, at the stoop before her door.
"Here's where live" she said.
"Where you llvew he echoed
bankly.
ever since I went away-to Cali
fornia. I've been right here-where l
could almost see the smoke of your
chimneys. I've a queer little room
/ only pay three dollars week for IL
-but-it's big enough to be alone in.'
"Rose :" he said, hoarsely.
A drunken man came lurching pitt
ably down the street. She shrank into
the angle of the steps, and Rodney fol-
lowed her found her with his hands,
and heard her voice speaking breath
lessly, in gasps. He hardly knew what
she was saying.
"It's been wonderful | know
we haven't talked; we'll do that some
other time, somewhere where we Gun
But tonight, walking along
like that just as tomorrow,
shall think it was all dream"
"Rose :"
The only sound that came In an
swer was a long tremulously indrawn
breath. But presently her hand took
the one of his that had been clutching
her shoulder and led him up the steps.
She opened the door with latchkey,
and then, behind her, he made his
way up two flights of narrow stairs,
whose faint creak made all the sound
there was. In the black little corridor
at the TOP she unlocked another door.
"Wait till l light the gas" she
breathed.
She turned and looked into his face,
her eyes searching it as his were
searching hers, luminously and with a
swiftly kindling fire. Her lips parted
n little, trembling. There was sort
of bloom on her skin that became
more visible us the blood. wave on
wave, came flushing in behind it.
AS for Rodney, he was the same
man who, an hour ago, in the theater
had ragged and writhed under what he
felt to be an invasion of his propri'
etary rights in her.
He wouldn't have defined 1t that
way, to be sure, in talk with Barry
Lake; would have denied, with the
best of them, that husband had any
proprietary rights in his wife. But
the ntolerable sense of having be
come an object of derision or con
temptuous pity, Of being disgraced
and of her being degraded couldn't
derive from anything else but jus
that.
"Have you anything here" he asked
her DULY, "besides what will go II
that trunkT"
1t was the surliness of his tone
rather than the words themselves
that startled her.
mo" she said, puzzled. 20
course not"
"Then throw them into it quickly,
he said, "and Wen lock the thing up
DO you owe any rent?"
"Roddyl" she said. what do yoI
meanY
II mean you're going to get out o
this beastly place now-tonight. >We'r
going home. We can leave an address
for the trunk. If 1t never comes, 81
much the better"
Again all she could do was to asl
him, with a bewildered stammer, wha
he meant.
Because" she added, II can't g
home yet Pve-only started"
"Startedl" he echoed. "Do yo
think I'm going to let this beastl