Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-01-06
Chapter XIII
Copyright 1918. Star Compan,

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The period in which Honora
Brent was to think things out was
not long deferred. In fact 1t came
to her, that very night.
Mildred had not been in bed for
three minutes before she was fast
asleep AS Honora noticed this, she
toid herself that the excitement of
the evening had worn the child out.
But later she did not deceive her
self by the specious excuse with
which she had fought off the stern
realization of facts. 1t is not easy
to deceive ones self when one lies
wide awake in the darkness of the
night. Then 1t Is that ones actions
and the actions of others stand
forth in strong relief, illuminated
to an almost unnatural clearness by
the vividness Of ones memory and
imagination.
So it was that, when Honora
Brent lay down and closed her eyes,
the events of the evening passed in
a procession before her minds eye.
At first she strove to Danish them
by some of the world-famed and
perfectly useless experiments to
make her drowsy. She summoned to
her assistance the traditional flock
of sheep whose jumping over an
equally traditional stone fence is
| supposed to lure one to siunber.
When she had counted five hundred
of the woolly creatures she was
wider awake than ever. And she
was conscious that she was mem
tally pushing something away.
Surely IL would be wiser to "have
1t OUT with the intruder.
Conflicting Thoughts
When she reached this conclusion
| she opened her eyes and, as 1t were.
faced the thoughts crowding in
upon her.
First of all of these was her re-
cent~conversation with Arthur and
the circumstances that had led up
to It, AS she recalled relentlessly
her falsehood to him, she fiinched
even in the darkness. She had lied
and he knew she had lied.
That she had done this to protect
to him. He loved Milly, and love
is blind.
Yes. she knew now certainly that
he still loved her sister. There was
no chance of his caring for any
one else as he cared for her. If his
happiness depended upon Mildred,
1t was well that the girl was grow
| Ing fond of him-if she really was.
But If she loved Arthur, why had
she gone off with Tom Chandler this
evening? H..
The answer was not long in COM
ing. Tom flattered her; he appealed
to her love of adventure; he gave
her thrills such as Arthur had never
given her. Moreover, shelwas sure
| of Arthur's devotion. She was not
| sure of Toms. AS Mildred herself
would have put it. Tom kept her
guessing"
But he was not to be trusted.
With shudder Honora recalled
how ,his runabout had lurched and
skfdded past Arthur's automobile
| Tonight, and the terror that had
seized her as she realized that MIL
dred was in the car. That the girl
had not been killed was almost q
miracle. And what had saved Tom
She remembered a sentence she
had once heard. There Is a special
Providence that looks after a
drunken man."
/ Was Tom Chandler drunk?
| Well IL he was not drunk. he was
so near 1t that he was in no condi-
ton TO drive a car. Her employer
had ono told her that ne believed
that nine-tenths of the automobile
accidents happened to men who had
taken at least one glass of whiskey.
1t gives man false courage. an
fndinerence to consequences" he