Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1917-09-20

fore IL isn't right FOR US 10 judge Ter.
The world has found her II great ac-
tress. She is not responsible for the
plays she acts in"
Stephen turned away and lit his
pipe anew. He smoked for minute or
two furiously. His thick eyebrows
came closer and closer together. He
seemed to be turning some thought
over in his mind.
John" he asked, SIS 1t this cursed
money that is making you restleSS?"
Il never think of it except when
someone comes begging. 1 promised
thousand pounds to the inhrmary to-
day"
Then what's wrong with you?"
John stretched himself out, splen-
did figure of healthy manhood. His
cheeks We're sun-tanned, his eyes clear
and bright.
1.-The matter? There's nothing on
earth the matter with me-" he. de-
clared.
1T isn't your health l mean. There
are other things. as you well know.
You do your days work and you take
your pleasure, and you go through both
"Your fancy, Stephen -
God grant 1t, I've had an unwel-
come visitor in your absence"
John turned swiftly around.
"A visitor?" he repeated. who was
it?"
Stephen glowered at him for a mo-
Inent.
1T was the prince" he said THE
prince of Seyre. as he calls himself,
though he has the right to style him
self Master of Raynham. It's only his
foreign blood which makes him choose
what l regard as the lesser title. Yes,
lie called to ask you to shoot and stay
at the castle, If you would. from the
sixteenth TO the twentieth of next
month"
'What answer did you give him?"
II told him that you were your own
master. You must send word tomor-
low"
HE did not mention the names of
any of his other guests, [ supposed"
"He mentioned no names at ALL"
John was silent for a moment. A
)ewildering thought had taken hold of
him. Surprising she were to be there?
Stephen, watching him, read his
thoughts. and for a moment lost con-
.rol of himself
Were you thinking about that wom-
in?' he asked sternly.
what woman?"
THE woman whom we sheltered
lere' the woman whose shameless pic
.ure is on the cover of that book"
John swung round on his heel.
"Stop that, Stephen !" he said men,
acingly.
"Why should II" the older man re-
-orted. Take up that paper, If you
want to read a sketch of the life of
Louise Maurel. See the play she made
ner name in-La Gioconda'p
what about it?'
Stephen held the paper out to his
brother. John read a few lines and
dashed 1t into corner of the ROOM
There's this much about 1t, John"
stephen continued. 1.-THE woman played
that part night after night-played 1t
to the life, mind you. She made her
| reputation In It, That's the woman
we unknowingly let sleep beneath this
roof The barn is the place for her
and her sort %
Johns clenched fists were held firm
y to his sides. His eyes were blazing.
That's enough. Stephen !" he cried.
mo, it's not enough :" was the fierce
'eply." THE truths been burning In my
heart long enough. It's better out.
You want TO find her guest at Rayn-
nam castle, do you?-Raynham castle,
where never a decent woman crosses
the threshold. If she goes there, she
goes WellT'
An anger that was almost ,paralyz
.ng, sense OF the utter impotence Of
words, drove John In silence from the
room. He left the house by the back
door, passed quickly through the or
-hard' where the. tangled moonlight lay
upon the ground in strange, fantastic
shadows; across the narrow strip of
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