The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1917-08-17

II came to tell her-but 1 suppose
she doesn't care to see anyone-the
rector is away on a holiday. I'll wire
him, of course"
Boroday led the way into the library
where the rector had so recently re-
ceived his check. He turned and eyed
Ward.
"Why bring the rector back7" he
asked. ut is q little late for-the
comforts Of religion"
"Mr. Kingston gave lavishly to the
church. Whatever the church can
do"
II rather think" said Boroday po-
litely, "that he gave, not to the church,
but to the poor"
"Inasmuch as ye give unto one of
the least Of these,'" Ward replied,
and returned Boroday's gaze.
Elinor had pulled herself together.
By the one standard that had ruled
her life she acted now-her fathers
wishes.
Ward, brought face to face with her,
most cold. Found her very lovely, too,
and let his ardent young eyes rest on
her oftener than was wise. Her sit
uation appealed to him. She seemed
to be quite alone, save for the Russian
with the beard.
eff I can do anything" he said,
"wire to your relatives-anything of
that sort"
II have no relatives. My mother
died when I was born. II have a
curious feeling that everything in the
world has stopped-as though I'd
reached the end Of things"
1t seemed to Mr.. Ward that he
should offer some Of the comfort of his
faith to this shrinking, wide-eyed girl
before him. But what? Rumors had
come to him, Of course.
death is only a tragedy when we
think Of it as an end and not as be-
ginning" he said. "It is always sad.
I hope you understand that 1 know
how terrible all this is for you. But
to have lived ones life, active and
we'll and useful to the end, and then
to depart, in the fullness Of days, for
new activities-somewhere else"
Elinor shivered in the warm sum
shine.
"You see," she said drearily, 81 do
not believe those things. should like
to just now" Then, almost defiantly !:
"He was useful. You will never know
the things he did that were helpful.
But perhaps we would not agree on
that, either"
The Russian was walking up and
down the hall, impassive, watchful.
Under his stoical Indifference, he was
suffering tortures. A bullet from the
automatic had gone through his left
arm, grazing the bone. Luckily, the
bullet was not in the wound. Henri
cite had bathed and cleansed it, but
he was In agony. He was suffering
pain, bereavement, defeat. His face
expressed only decorous and conven-
tiOnal regret.
Now and then he glanced in at the
library door, but generally he watched
IAC lodu up lIIc AS llS
watched the Church ascending, so now
at any time might come Law. He
would be prepared.
He had grown beard since the St.
Louis matter. That would help. And
he had waited to return and claim old
Hilary's body, until the Record extra
had announced his killing. Walking
up and down the wide hall, his keen
mind was going back, detail by detail,
over the day. Talbot and Lethbridge
in the car had kept on. They had
had changes of clothing in the ma
chine. By now they should be at the
country club, and halfway around the
links. The car, with its changed IL
cense plates, would be standing in the
eminently respectable country club
garage.