The Washington times., 1918-03-02
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= "Do Won want any money"
Esther put the question as kindly
, as she could. you know what l
promised you, Guy, and don't
want to go back on my word"
ssNo-no," he answered, huskily.
Don't YOU remember / said l would
not take another penny from you?
And I mean it. 1 can get along
somehow, and when I've got no
other means OF getting money -
he laughed shortly-"why, perhaps
them i shall Try to work"
That's good" said Esther. cheer
fully. TT locks as II you were really
trying TO do something, Guy. But
you must not say that you VIII not
Z let me help you in case OF need.
Remember all this property should
be yours, and il died now it would
: be-"
| will you believe me. Esther"
he said hurriedly, Il never gave
J that clause of my fathers VIII a
| thought untir'-he had been about
) TO bIunder into a confession OF the
q transaction at the mouey-lenders
hut he drew himself UP sharply
until It was casually pointed out
a TO me" he substituted lamely.
/! But. anyway, there's no fear OF
that, Esther" he went on, for
hear it whispered. little cousin,
that you and the pet enemy Of my
childhood, Harold Borradale"-
Hush, Guy" cried Esther, all
that is only idle talk. There is
nothing"
ABarradaIe Is n Good Chap" Guy.
He laughed good naturedly.
pear" he said, Il hope it may be
true Harold is good fellow, just
the sort Of man TO whom ! should
like to see you married. He's the
very reverse TO mel couldn't say
much more than that in his favor,
could I? There's only one objection
that can see-have you heard Of
the Borradale curse?" He looked
at her curlously.
What do you know OF it," asked
the girl, with a touch OF defiance.
no more. 1 suppose. than the
world at large" he answered, with
a shrug OF his shoulders. There's
a family mystery, and il seems to
have a bad effect on every one who
knows il. Harold's father, poor
old chap, they say he went melan-
choly mad, and his motheruit's
I
suppose She hasn't changed since l
knew her, but she hasn't deigned
10 look at me for half a dozen years
or more. She's staying here now, l
suppose? And Harold-you've got
him i'll in the house? / read all
about It in the papers. and l won
dered"-he paused a little nervously
-" wondered II this affair has any
connection with the other-the
Tweedledee business, you know"
He scrutinized her face keenly. HAS
It, Esther"
Il don't know. Guy" she answer
ed nervousiy. Il really don't know.
The man may have been just a
burglar, as the police make out.
Or
Esther Refuses to COnfide In Guy.
'or he may have been spying on
you. Esther. why won't you tell
me the whole truth? You've not
spoken TO Harold?"
She shook her head. Il couldn't;
couldn't"
He took his departure soon after,
promising to see her in court the |
next day.
The proceedings were brief: it |
was lneNlIaDfe lnat the "SlugEer'
should be committed for trial. He |
seemed, indeed, strangely eager |
that nothing should be said in his /
defense, being apparently only anx-
ious that the whole matter should l
be settled off-hand. Practically. he
admitted that robbery had been his
and as he spoke he kept
his eyes fixed on a small man who
had sauntered in as IL for no par
ticular purpose.
Morris at SIugger's Trial.
Morris. by Jove!" muttered Guy, =,
following the direction OF the
prisoners eyes. What on earth Is
be doing here?
Luckily Esther die not overhear
the whispered words, for she her
Ielf- was too busily occupied in
lcrutinizing the Slugger's face. The
first glimpse OF it had afforded her
immediate satisfaction. She felt