The Carlisle independent., 1917-08-30

SureS me, or Suftlclent importance 10 require your attention. You have heard of Resilius Maryel?"
 T have read about him. was the reply, shrinking and muffed
 If you knew Mir Marvel as I knew him, you would trust to his earnest desire to be always helpful" I con- tinued. He seeks only to protect the family honor"
 Stop" cried Miss Ludington sud denly, sharply interrupting me, throw ing aside her veil and presenting colorless, defiant face. What do you l know-what does he know?"
 IT, nothing" I stammered, fairly abashed at the resolute challenge
 he, everything. probably. From two to four-you will see him?"
 T will see MT Marvel" she said slowly. and passed on her way. She was adamant to every attack 1 made to win one intimation, the faintest clew as to what she and her mother are holding back" Resilius Marvel narrated to me the next morn ing. This girl is spanning ten years of her life with the agony. the resolve of one. She is under some terrific stress. and there is some influence that is holding these two women un- der a dreadful thrall"
 She would tell you nothing?" I asked.
 Until the last, absolutely nothing, except to beg that would not disturb a condition that only she and her mother could remedy. She arose to leave. Suddenly she fixed her eyes upon me. I saw her studying me as if to search me through and through. I noted the flush of some impelling force in her face. MT Marvel she said, you claim a wish to be helpful to us, and believe you, but this is case where help from your viewpoint. instead of assisting us, might precipi- tate a direful catastrophe. But you are said to be a man who can find where others fail, who from the shadow can evolve reality. You can do something for us, imperative, vital If you can inform us what we cannot learn-the whereabouts of a certain person-you will bring us nearer to the light for the end"
 And the person?" l inquired.
 Resilius Marvel handed me a worn photograph. It was that of woman loud of dress, bold of face. wicked of eye. She had a certain wild beauty, but her smile was that of one who lures only to destroy. On the reverse of the card were these words: Al. ways as now-Idalia.
 l wondered what was passing in the mind of my friend at this new element injected into the Ludington case. He did not see fit to enlighten me. He called for me at the bank the next day
 "A witness is sometimes handy" he observed, and as we went spinning along the boulevard south he briefly told of his success in locating this new woman in the case.
 The name of the photographer was guiding clew," he advised me. He did not know Idalia, but he knew a friend of hers, an actress. From this friend I learned the whereabouts of the original of the picture. She is the inmate of the reformatory. on sen tence for robbery. We are going there"
 A woman clad in light blue cotton uniform was called to us, after we had reached the place in question. She came into the room where we awaited her, her eyes roaming everywhere in an attempt to surmise the motive of our visit. Promptly Marvel drew the photograph Miss Ludington had SUD- piled him from his pocket.
 T have come to ask you a ques- tion," he said. How long have you known the man to whom you gave this photograph"
 In an instant the prison restraint, the forced reserve of discipline, all self control went to the winds. The wo- man first attempted to wrest the pic ture from the hand that held it to- wards her to tear it to atoms. Her eyes glared like tigers, her face became distorted. she raved, she trembled from head to foot, she poured out curses upon the man a memory of whom the photograph had evoked
 Listen" she cried EMark me, I swear it!--the day I am freed from here. be it when it may-I will kill himi"
 You are too late." observed Marvel quietly.
 T am too later" she repeated, skep- tically.
 Yes, he has been dead for weeks"
 She laughed. this Idalia, this woman who made men shrink whom she did not cause to weep.
 You came to draw me out, to de- Jude me-" she scofed. From him! see through you. Dead! Do you think I do not keep track of him through my friends on the outside, to be ready to know when. and where. and how I shall strike when the hour comes? Go back and tell Abel Wanda