The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-07-01
 with her will Bjou the pa "Ihe Monday Tuesday Wednesday,
THE NEGLECTED WIFE,
Chapter VIII. "A Relintless Fate"
(NoyeIze from the 0 he same novel y rbert Urner)
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 so patently in love with you. However, if you prefer Norwoods attention I'll withdraw mine"
 It was their first quarrel-the first time he had left in anger. He would repent he would call her up that evening or the latest tomorrow morning. But this fe- verish reassurance did not lessen the poignancy of her wretchedness.
 In the evening papers she read the an- nouncements of Kennedy's nomination for Congress. Despite her leaping pride, she had dread premonition of this proving q barrier between them. Would his fear 'of possible unpleasant publicity outweigh his love for her?
 That evening and the next day passed in feverish waiting for some message. The very atmosphere of the room became charged with her intensity. She dared not go out for fear he might telephone.
 Her pride rebelled against her making any overture. Whatever her love, she could not cheapen herself by deliberately seeking him.
 But at least she could see and hear him without his knowing. She would go that night to the political meeting where he was to speak,
 It was half-past when she reached the crowded auditorium Slipping into a rear seat, Margaret waited with palm full tensity.
 Kennedys appearance was greeted with rousing cheers. Introduced by the chair man, he spoke with simple, telling di- rectness, holding his audience by his very earnestness and not by any oratorical tricks.
 During a prolonged applause a commo- ton arose in the rear of the hall Kisses and cat-calls, a deliberate effort to dis concert the speaker-by agitators of the opposing party. A brick crashed through the window and the place was in an up- roar.
 Suddenly through a rift in the crouf Margaret saw Kennedy in the grasp of four ruffians. Knowing of the recent at tempt on his life, she was paralyzed with terror.
 Then with leaping relief, she found Norwood beside her. Having seen her in the audience, he had come to her aid Breathlessly she told him of Kennedy's 8 peril. Tncredulous. but yielding to her ! excited insistency he fought a way to the side entrance.
 They were just in time to see Ken nedy, apparently unconscious, being lift ed Into gray car Norwood, recogniz- ing Doyle on the front seat, was in- stantly alive to the danger. Sweeping Margaret into a taxi, he or dered the driver to follow the car ahead As they flew after the gray blur, Margaret, leaning forward with breath less rigidity, was hardly conscious that Norwood was holding both her hands in a reassuring clasp. "Its all right--they can't dodge us now" his recent clash with Kennedy forgotten in the realization of his peril. | On and on through the dimly lit streets, with reckless increasing speed. | From the sidelights, they could see l the driver lean out and glance back, estimating his chance of eluding them. 1 Finally seeing that it was hopeless, with a swift, dangerous turn, he swirled | a corner and slowed down Without 1 jumped out and dashed up the dark l side street.
 l Norwood, leaping out after them, called to the driver to follow. Left alone, Margaret sprang from the taxi and ran to the abandoned car | ahead which she knew still held Ken
 nedly. Was he unconscious? Was he seriously hurt? Her mind famed with gruesome possibilities. l Her trembling fear-weakened hand could hardly open the door, Then Ken nedys white shirt front gleamed through 1 the darkness. He was propped against the seat, his head dropping forward. l Her own pulses leaped as she found the steady throb of his-he was only | stunned! Fresh air from the open door was quickly reviving. 1 Margaret" as he looked up with | vague wonderment.
 | In sobbing excitement she explained | where he was and why she was with l him. All the coldness of their estrange- ment was swept away in the throbbing nearness of that moment. ''Yod must know there could never be | any one else," she faltered. clinging to ! him. "The very thought is-unspeak- l able! M
 'I do know-but at times I'm insane | Ily jealous. I can't help--''
 At the sudden stiffening of the arm
 that held her, Margaret glanced up. Be- | fore the open car stood Norwood. The l dim street lamp lit the rigid whiteness l of his face.
 (To be continued)
 Copyright, 1917 by Mabel Herbert Urner.