Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1919-07-28
CHAPTER ~xU.-tConunued.

CHAF LEX Alt.-(CQ0t9nUeQ.
Without stopping to reason 1t out.
she flew across the room and opened
the door Of the bedroom he had just
left, then through it passed swiftly to
a bathroom beyond. Yes. there was
Could she see him? And what, good
would it do her il she could?
She crowded close to the window.
glass, but she selected a clear bit of
yellow and put her eye close. Yes.
there was a closed automobile Just be-
low her, and 1t had started away from
the building. He had gone. then.
Where?
Her mind was blank for a few
minutes. She went slowly, mechani-
cally back to the other room without
noticing anything about her, sat down
in the chair, putting her hands to her
temples, andstried TO think. Back to
the moment in the church where he
had appeared at her side and the
told her then that he was different,
and yet there had been those letters.
and how could it possibly be that he
had not written them? He was gone
on some dangerous business. OF
that she felt sure. There had been
some caution given him by the maj
to whom he first 'phoned. He had
promised to take precaution-that
meant the little, wicked, cleaning
thing in his pocket! Perhaps some
harm would come to him, and she
would never know. And then she
stared at the opposite wall with won-
did? why did she care? Was he not
the man whose power over her but
NO short days ago would have made
her welcome death as her deliverer?
Why was all changed now? Just be-
cause he had smiled upon her and
been kind? Had given her a few wild
flowers and said her eyes were like
them? Had hair that waved instead
of being straight and thin? And
where vas all her loyalty to her dear
dead fathers memory? How could
n who had threatened to tell terri
BILE lies that. should blacken him in
the thoughts of people who had loved
him? Had she forgotten the letters?
Was she willing to forgive all just
because he had declared that he did
not write them? How foolish! He
said he could prove that he did not,
but Of course hat was all nonsense.
He must have written them. And yet
there was the wave in his hair, and
the kindness in his eyes. And he had
looked-oh. he had looked terrible
things when he had read that letter:
on the mar who had written it. Could
a man masquerade that way?
And then a new solution to the
problem came to her. Suppose this
whoever he was-.this man who had
married her, had gone out to find and
punish George Hayne? Suppose
But then she covered her eyes with
her hands and s%huddered. Yet why
should she care? But she did. Sup
pose he should be killed, himself:
Who was he if not George Hayne and
how did he come to take his place:
Was it just another of Georges terri
BILE tricks upon her?
A quick vision came of their bring
ing him back to her. He would lie.
perhaps, on that great crimson leather
couch over there, just as he had lain
in the drawing Of the morning in the
state-room of the train. with his
hands hanging limp, and one perhaps
across his breast, as If he were guard
ing something, and his bright waves
OF brown hair lying heavy about his
forehead-only, his forehead would be
white, 30 white and cold, with a little
The footsteps Of the man Henry
brought her back to the present again.
She smiled at him pleasantly as he
entered, and answered his questions
about what she would have for break.
last; but 1t was he who selected the
menu, no she, and after he had gems
she could not have told what she had
ordered. She could not ret away from
the vision on the couch. She closed
vac 49, --H.4L.