Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-08-18

appeared two rufhans dragging Kennedy
bound and gagged.

appeared two rufhans urasshs
bound and gagged. -.
with n flash of horror Margaret reailHe,
,,oir nurnose They had been lured her'
| 10 secure a compromising picture tna
could defeat Kennedy's election. 1t was
dastardly plot Of his political enemies
"Nov ~ Won nut up any noise or Try I.
rive us the Slip" threateningly' as my
ungngged Kennedy, neither OF youH so'
out of here alive"
| The man at the camera stood reauy W.. W.
a fashlight. Another second the plotu,u an,
| would be taken, Just then tne uoo, ,,od
| open and two policemen rusheu j."
by Mary Kennedy!
| aos,ora,e struggle followed but the
| oeioers finally overpowered the three Tul'
| aans-anA the veiled woman. In neI
writhing efforts to escape the black vel
| was torn from her face, and the pohce
| fell back in amazement when they So" IL
| was man.
"Dovle =, breathed Kennedy. $50 It's you
who'ye been bounding me J!
"Tbere's another traitor" shouted Doyle
@ ineLe .,ts,n,,s,,, to Margaret "Im
not the only one in the pay or Buil brauy,
Ask her how much she got Tor "rltiiis '"o
note that lured you here!'
With scornful incredulity Kennedy
turned protectingly to Margaret
For years afterward Margaret wondered
at the wild impulse that came 10 her uleu'
She had been looking at Mary, at her gray
inc hairs and lines Of suffering about her
mouth In a binding flash came the rear
ization of all this woman had suffered
through her And Kennedy-it was ms
love for her that brought him TO the verge
of ruin 1t was his wife who mad saved
him, who fearing for his safety had iol-
lowed him.
1t took only a second for all TINS 10
crash through Margaret's mind. But Wnen
she looked up at Kennedy, with strength
she did not know she possessed, she said
with cold, harsh distnctness:
Doyle has told the truth. I did lure
you here--I did write the note"
still unbelievlng Kennedy started at her.
An iron grin clutching at her heart she
kept the codness in her eyes as they met
him. She knew il she could hold that look
it would convince him more than WORDS
At last dazed, he turned away. Margaret
clenched her hands to keep from running
after him. Then she met Mary's eyes.
Was there a swift understandings mute
gratitude in their depths?
In her own room. without turning on
the lights. she flung herself across the bed.
the long anguished hours Of that
night she lay there.
She had made this supreme sacrifice
but the suffering seemed almost greater
than she could bear
Three years later on a sun-flooded veranda
facing the Hudson Margaret was unwrap-
ping parcel that had just come by express.
1t was package of books from the pub
isher--her first novel, Eagerly she turned
TO the title page 1.-The Woman Alone by
Warner" Then to the dedica-
ton on the front page
''TO my husband, Frank W. Norwood.
who has been the inspiration of all that is
best in my work"
rs it true, dear?" Norwood, who had
stepped out from the library through the low
French window, was reading over her shoul-
lcr
IT'S only part of the truth" with deep
ming color. There's so much ! couldn't
ay in a public dedication. | could never
ell the world all that your love has meant
o me-"
"Dd you see this?" his voice was slightly
trained as he handed her the afternoon
'aper, pointing to the headlines:
ACCEPTS SUPREME COURT |
APPOINTMENT; ATTRIBUTES HIS
SUCCESS TO HIS WIFE.
YES. I saw it," quietly, land I'm very !
lad"
Then there's nothing left, not trace of |
he old infatuation? I haven't asked YOU |
efore, Margaret, but should like to know |
ow."
Not n trace" resting her flushed cheek |
ganst his arm. I'm too deeply in love
18th my husband !"