The Washington times., 1918-04-06
An ETer-Rsaay EEease.


An ETer-RsaaY E{ehse.
After that wSnfedet6 meet the
Grindles, but there sw1Se always
some excuse. to pseyent me doing
so. At last. too, my. wife report
ed that Mrs. Grindell was danger
ously Ill, and that her presence
was needed at the sick bed She
stayed away often on this or that
pretext; the Grindles had become
very friendly. she said. and she
had also made up her differences
with the artist whom she had met
at their house. A wealth of detail
embellished her story; how could
disbelieve her? i thought her
looking pals- and. I'll, but not for
one momshe did I Esfuss her my
trust.
And then she fell III herself.
nursed her most devotedly. She
was my very life to me. When
saw that her sick4ess was taking
q dangerous turH. y called IN the
best advice in NeM.York. Grant
now such q .famdH6 ma1-was .
friend and. 6onteEs1syarEof my
own. Herknew Hstksfs-3hAn any
other. what a strnEz1e I made for
her life.
But 1t was alt of no-avaiI. She
sank gradually, and I knew that
she lay upon her death-bed- Even
then she maintained her deceit
The Blakes will miss me.s she MUIR
INJURED, and now that ami recon-
ciled with my own beopfe ehs It is
hard. hardH AL
at occurred to me. that IL would
give her pleasure to see her rela-
tives. I would have done anything
for her. with this idea In my mind
/ FASTENED up to New York and
found my way to Mr.. Grindle'a
house rang the bell. and fretted
with Impotence until was shown
into the -rector's room He came
to me at last. and his calmness was
terribly irritating to me.
Z Asks Coneenislg Identity.
"'To whom. sir. do owe the
pleasureT He turned my card
over and over in his hand. 1t was
as IL the same was unfamiliar to
him.
az am Mr.. wiIbraham.' Rad; my
wife Is lying at de4th's DIOR sOh.
see. oySwish ms lfSs visit her
But is she 4 beriehIonsEf2
"Mr. Grifdfs cklfdR Hon't you
understand. ny wifssfRsJbasSc cousin,
Clementine AontJoy that was. For
many years you were on bad terms
with her. but now understand that
you are reconciled- She nursed
your wife in her illness. and now
she is dying herself Won't you
come quieklyT -, = zh!%.:
He frownsd awkwsrdly-- But I
am not married. he sid! aYoq must
be making some mistsGe. Mr,-Mr.
Wilbraham. The, names you men
ton are quite unknown to- me.
never had a cousin OF the name Of
Montjoy. Yes, there must be some
mistake
And then I understood-o- the
truth began to dawn upon me.
hurried eff to the house OF her uncle.
His name was Montjoy; surely thers
was no mistake there! But I was
greeted With the same story He
knew nothhg. absolutely nothing.
T hs$SSeen MISUNDERSTANDING
these seVeAzyears of happy married
life my wfeshad deceived me. every
day, every hour. :. Not one day had
passed but she hSl told me Tissue
thoughts must Asde, been with an
other but mysetfs
Makes Sea6gk 3s.TaiA
81 think wenf mad foEa little
while wandered aimlessly through
the streets without Knowing where
/ went or what i was doing. At
last 1t occurred to me-te- md out
II the tales of music lesson were
equally untyue.y With tAIsNintentlon
1 made my way TO the house of q
supposed native. 1T was as I
thought. : From END ro~end of that
dreary thorougbfar .thereywas none
of the name of Blake. Yet L had
been told IKE; dct1al house. position,
number, and a full description of II
inside and out There was no such
house!
Then I returned home. There
was murder in my heart The sud-
den contrast from the happiness
of so many years TO the. absolute
misery OF the present WIS more
thanI r6tad enduSe. was not
MASTERING NY
II hurried up. to my wife's room.
The nurse saYs that ! was excited
and begged me to be calm. 7. bus
tied her out and shut the door
upon her. She must have seen
what followed from theSISressing
room. though I had mo- idsA she
was there:
"She lay very quietly, Essswife.
Her black hair framed hep pale
face, and her eyes looked up at me
with that sincerity IN their zFaning
light-that candor ~hich I knew
to be a lie. / was mad, 1 say.
~ found out the truth 1 cried
hoarsely. or, rather. I know a
part OF 1t. GOp have. bed to- inc
about YOUR relatiyessLl isd TO- me
about your lessons, about your
cousin, What yod haye.-ts@asime
day by day has been one long lie.
And now. woman'-I laid my hand
roughly on her .shouIdsrS ;f1sd
laughed exultingly. as .sha JSfrahl<
away Prom nIe-'speak the truth
for once idp.,youf lae-sFen. Ane
where YOU went; what; .EteF JSii5.
from whom. you received those
presents. Tell me before YcG die.
will know must. II E9
But she was silent. and turned
her face away from me. raved.
/ swore;, I waS1t man posasRsed.
But stilf she would not fSeaRsfhsn
in q ragssI thrust the pan6R over
her face and held Il down iii Il
knew She must be dead,