Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1918-01-11
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BY EDGAR FRANKLIN
Copyright The Frank A. uns.y West Fortieth Stree.
New York City
CHAPTER XV-(continued. }

CHAPTER NV-(cOntnueo.)
She waited vainly for a little, be
Cause Robert simply did not compre
bend, He frowned at Beatrice and
then shook his head.
"What-what do you say?'
ut had been there all night, MI
Vining,'' Beatrice purred on. $50 hao
she!'' =,
"Mary-my Mary? Mary Dalton?
Robert gasped.
Mary Dalton
ssBut that-thats all damned-par'
don me!-nonsense! That"
He turned on Anthony: and then,
quickly as he had turned, he gasped
and stared with BURNING eyes.
/. View him as one chose, there was
nothing about Anthony to indicate
that it was nonsense. He was biting
his lips; his eyes were upon the
, floor: had he rehearsed the thing Tor
months he could not possibly have
looked more guilty.
'sWhy-why-" choked Robert Vim
ing
Beatrice laid slender hand on his
arm.
Come with me- she said quickly
.Come and see her bag and her little
toilet case and several other OF her
things. Perhaps you'll recognize
them, too. and they'll convince you
that she really settled down here for
I visit Comet"
As a man in a dreadful dream, Rob
ert Vining followed her blindly into
the corridor and out of sight. Johnson
Boiler smiled a demon smile Md
thrust his hands into his trousAr-
pockets.
Heres where he gets HIS he
stated. Anthony could no more than
speak.
"That-that woman he contrived.
sWhat an absolutely merciless thing
Huh? Bee?" the remarkable Boiler
said sharply. "She's all right; she's
acting according to her own rights,
isn't she? Why the devil shouldn't
vining sufferer, too? Dye think I'm
the only man in the world that has
to suffer-
Il think you're in luck if she
divorces you!" Anthony stated feeel-
ingly. "A woman capable Of that is
capable of anything"
johnson Boiler stayed the angry
words upon his lips and smiled grimly,
More. after a moment he thrust out
his hand.
II guess it doesn't matter much
what you think now, Anthony said
lie. "Good-bye!'
WHAT
Goodbye, old man. You're going
to leave this world in about threee
minutes, you know-just as soon as
he's convinced and able to act again,
Anthony. So long! III be sorry to
think of you as missing-sometlmes,
suppose. but not when l think what
: you've put over on me-
Anthony laughed viciously.
Don't use up all your sympathy,
he said. "You may need little for
yourself, johnson. The things are in
what's supposed to be your room,
you know
"what?" gasped Johnson Boiler.
sThat's true! That
Out at the entrance. a key was
scraping in the latch, Anthony smiled
fcrlornly.
wilkins he said. Back to report
that the girls safe at home-whatever
good that may do now. Is that you,
Wilkins?"
"That's-thats me SIR" Wilkins
pulled.
And the door closed and in the
foyer bump-bumpAb indicated
that Wilkins was carrying something,
trunk one might almost have
thought from the sound. Rather red,
cleaning perspiration that had not
al come from exertion, Wilkins ap-
peared. moved into the room. gazed
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speak and then caught the sound of
voices from David's room.
"The- the parties couldn't attend
to the trunk today" said Wilkins.
"She-isn't ms there?". Anthony
whispered.
II have no reason to think other
V1se SIR" said the faithful one.
you didn't leave herr
There was no one to leave her
with, sir and was ordered out with
the trunk" Wilkins said, smiling
wanly There wasn't nowhere to
come but here sir, with the police
after me-
From down the corridor issued
'Yes! 1'm-Heaven help me!-l'm
convinced"
'I'll be taking her into your room,
sir" wilkins said hastily. "She must
be needing a breath of air by this
time, poor young LADY,
Another nightmare figure. he lum-
bered across the living room into An
thongs chamber: and regardless of
possible consequences Anthony fol-
lowed and snatched open the trunk.
Mary had not expired. Her face was
decidedly red and her eyes rather be-
wildered, but she struggled out with
Anthonys assistance, breathed deep
" several times, glanced at her hair
In the mirror and then. being thor
cughly good sport, Mary even man
aged small wretched laugh.
Back again." she said simply.
"They'd discharged Felice.''
WAS there-nobody else?" Anthony
asked.
Dorothy our little parlor maid.
would have done, I suppose, but VIII
kins didn't know about her. said the
r-ir1 facing him OTIS prpttv awful