The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1917-10-05
THE GIRL
WHO HAD
NO COD
-
By
Mary Roberts Rinehart
CHAPTER xl-continued.

He Is sound asleep" she said smil-
ingly. HE thinks I am someone
named 'Elinor,' and he calls me that.
AS my own name Is Sarah, it's rather
pleasant"
Ward had been shot on Sunday
night. BY the following Wednesday
he was out Of danger.
On that same Wednesday the rector
Of Saint Jude's brought himself and
his rheumatism back to his parish.
For three days Elinor had hardly
slept OF eaten. Never once had she
been In Wards room, but always, day
and night, she was just outside. When
on that Wednesday evening the doctor
said Ward would live, she went down
once more into her garden.
Many times during those three days
had Elinor tried to pray to Wards
God and found herself voiceless and
i~narticulate. But now, out Of the
depth of her great relief, came yelling
the first prayer Of her life. She stood
waist-deep among her phlox and lark
spur.
II thank thee" she said. II thank
Nothing had been heard Of HUFF.
The assault on the assistant rector Of
Saint Jude's had been Of q line with
the other mysterious happenings
around the village. The little town
was hag-ridden with fear. Extra con
stables had been sworn in, and from
the hall. during her long night vigils,
ElinOr had seen many lighted win
dows, where there had been but the
one.
The problem Of her future began to
obsess her. It vas plainly impossible
to stay or here-nOt that she feared
exposure; she was quite past fear
but the thought Of going on with her
life was intolerable. To meet Ward,
to see again the scOrn and lOathing in
his eyes, more than oil. to continue to
deserve them-those were the things
that to Elln0r seemed worse than
death itself.
All the philosophy that old Hilary
had taught her failed her now. The
revolt Of the individual against laws
made for the masses-what had 1t
brought her but isolation and grief3
OF what use was revolt? All must 60
through the mills Of the gods. She
knew that now. There were no ex-
ceptionA And something else she had
learned: TINT IL a Is to live through
great crises one must have a higher
power to turn to for help. She had
felt It vaguely at the time of her ia
theirs death. Sitting outside Wards
door she had known It. Every breath
had been o prayer to something, she
knew not what, to a v him.
II thank thee" she said again.
The phlox and larkspur qulvered
about her rs II under the touch Of a
gentle hand.
Boroday had been free for three
days, but beyond a telephone message
announcing his release she had heard
nothing Of him. Over the wire he had
advised extreme caution. She judged
from that that things were not going
well.
She knew that Huff's reckless crime
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e bound to be arrests. All this
Elinor knew quite well. 1t was in such
an atmosphere that she had drawn her
earliest breaths-the play of cunning
against cunning, wit against wit.
She did not send for Boroday. She
dared not. But because the intimacy
between her and the middle-aged Rus
sian had always been very close, he
seemed to feel her need. And 50, on
that Wednesday night, an hour or 50
after midnight, he came.
Old Henriette came down and
tapped softly ut Elinor's door.
"Boroday," she whispered. HE has
rung from the arbor." {
That was one Of old Hilary's de-
vices: . hidden wire from the arbor
to the house. It prevented collisions.
Unless otherwise summoned. no men,
Der Of his band ever came directly to
the house.
Elinor went out ard found him
there. He bent over her hand and
kissed It, "a was his custom, and then.
realizing that she was crying. he held
out his arms and she went into them.
Very tender was the Russian with her
that night, very fatherly. He put her
into one Of the orbor seats and sat
down beside her.
Now tell me-" he commanded,
everything from the start. i was
Walter, I know. But why1"
When she did not speak, the Rus
sian nodded.
Jealousy, Of course. but what mad
uess!"
There In the arbor. with her hand
between two Of his, Elinor sobbed out
the story Of the pearl and her attempt
to return II, Hufrs threat against
Ward, Wards evening visit. and the
scene between them; and last Of all.
the shot that had nearly ended every
thing In this world for Ward and for
her. Boroday listened quietly: better
than old Hilary ever could. he under
stood. He had been reared on IN an
Client faith. A