New Britain herald., 1918-05-01
---NewS For 7hedter8oerY and Women Readers
REVELATIONS OF A WIFE
 By
Why Does the Unknown Horsenlan
 Ride Away in Fear?

Sometimes the realization of a fear steadies us, where it's anticipation has given us only terror. It was so with me when I looked through the screen of bushes behind which I was crouching and recognized across the brook from me the features of the foreigner I had seen in the taXicab.
 All the vague fears at which l had laughed even as I yielded to them were more than realized as I saw the face of the horseman. He had fol- lowed me, but why he was spying upon me I had no idea, unless, indeed. he belonged to the same sinister ganization of which Grace Draper was a leader.
 His appearance also corroborated the secret theory I had had that my new neighbors had rented Mrs. Durkee's home because it would give them opportunity to observe my move ments. It was so absurd a thing on the surface of 1t that I hadn't even told Lillian about it. But little Mrs. Durkee's description of the man with whom she dealt tallied exactly with the appearance of the man standing beside his horse so quietly on the other side of the brook.
 l was glad to feel calmness de scending upon me, instead of the wild terror that had possessed me before. I debated quietly whether or not to emerge from my hiding place casual Iy and meet the man face to face, or to remain where | was with the chance that he might not find me.
 Galloping Hoofbeats.
 Inaction of any kind is distasteful to me, so that 1 didn't ponder long. l spoke to the dog in the careless way so many women use when they're alone with an animal, as if the beast could understand the language.
 Pete, old doggie, don't you think we've gathered all the violets we can here? What do you say to going on further?'
 Pete gave the short, sharp bark with which he always answers any remark made to him, but my little speech was punctuated in far more startling manner.
 For the man on the opposite side of the brook, instead of coming toward me, leaped to the back of his horse and put him through the vines and bushes along the path he had como at a tremendous rate. He didn't go clear to the road, however, for the sound 0f the horse $ tGGb ceased as suddenly as they had sounded, and I knew instinctive1y that he'd again dis mounted.
 To say that I was bewildered is to use a mild expression indeed. The man had undoubtedly followed me from my home and had tracked nc there could pc no other word for it through the woods. Why in the world had be scurried away like a Frightened rabbit at the mere sound of my voice?
 All at once a plausible explanation of his latest action struck me. I couldn't understand his reason for tracking me, but evidently he'd planned to follow mo, himself un- discovered. It was no part of q his plan for me to sec him, Or to know that he was following me.
 A Strange Thought.
 Instin ctively I felt that the reason for this attitude must be fear of recognition upon the part of the mysterious horseman. Once again visualized the tense moment when had looked from my taxiCab into the one drawn up beside mine in the Fifth avenue blockade, and had met the eyes of the man who'd just fled at the sound of my voice.
 Hauntingly familiar eyes they were, -