Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1920-04-30
CHAPTER Iv.-continued.


"And +. and want to thank you
aow," she said in a tone which would
nave fallen as blessing upon the ears
Of any other man alive, '.for speaking
as though you loved him. And for
all you did for him. Perhaps you
know already perhaps you can't
know but I'm trying to tell you,
because he was . he was one of
any very dearest friends"
His brain snapped; he bent down
to her.
you loved him-tooY" ne said, up-
controllably.
"Yes," she said. "once-I loved him,
too !"
Alone In the appointed guest room
Of the Cullen home-for Mr.. Cullen
had been as good as his word, and
sent a car to fetch his visitors be-
longings -Hilliard lighted a cigarette
Gan acquired taste, but advisable as a
minor deception, since he had been
notorious for his taste in cigars) and
grinned expansively. Leisurely he be-
gan to undress, but before his shoes
were quite unlaced, he sat back com
fortably In his chair and meditated
"All serene so far" he said. But
when Carol came in :" He shook
his head vigorously. swell, it's over
!. anyway. The doctor !. :" Hill
iiard's face darkened. There's the
man want to get at! Pious old hypo-
critic! And he didn't think deserved
TO be in the family! Sort of hate to
let him make money out of this Zeal.
but it's all in the game Goals of fire
But ten thousands lot from the doc
tor =. Wen say ten thousand"
He closed his eyes dreamily; and
his thoughts reverted from Doctor
Durant to the doctors daughter.
"Carol-Carol !" he murmured. Zone
minute there, l thought I'd crack. And
was one of her dearest friends. /
was was I? And she loved me-once
Once! Pity it wasn't twicei Pity she
and the doctor didn't say SO the night
they kicked me out so neatly. Well.
business is business After
they've made their money out of it,
and found out this man billiards.
some little gold-plated whirlwind all
by himself :. Cad can't l see their
faces when they get the truth of 1t r.
With the cigarette dropping from his
lips he stood up and swept clear
space in the table. From his suitcase
ne exhumed tablet of thin transpar-
ent writing paper of kind not sold in
America; II was the paper on which
the letter to Cullen from Richard Nor
gan had been written, and it was sheer
luck that billiard had brought the re-
mainder of the tablet from New York
with him. He tossed blob of ink
from his fountain pen and inspected it
critically.
TOO black" he decided. and went to
the bathroom, where he half-emptied
the reservoir OF the pen and reflled it
with water.
That ought TO be just about right
sort of pale and mysterious and
war-strength.'
He seated himself at the table, took
the pen in his left hand and Inscribed
circles en- the paper; scrubbed
meaningless sentence and laughed
gently.
Funny how some people can be
imbidextrous and take so long TO
realize it, If / hadn't caught bullet
in my arm, and tried TO write left
handed in the hospital. I'd give myself
away up here in no time Writings
too blamed distinctive. But, as it Is,
Left Hand. very large and plain, is
Henry Eilliard--" Here he shifted
the pen to the other tand-"And
Right--and. small and curlicue, is
poor. dead Dicky Morgan--'one of her
dearest friends I'm glad killed that
chap of-she never amounted to a Hill
pr beaps anyway. But this billiard
persona I've wire. boy. a live wire r.
And with a grin of sardonic humor,
he wrote on the flimsy paper, slowly
and little irregularly, as though in
Physical discomfort:
"Neuiliy. 1913.
NO matter what you ever think, no
matter what you have ever thought, 1
have loved you"
He grimaeed. poudered diligently.
and made correction.
u have always loved you more than
my own life. You said my ideals had
fsllen-do you think so nowf don't.
dearest l think they're almost what