The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-05-28
CHAPTER Iv.-csntInued.

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"And and / want to thank you
now" she said in a tone which would
have fallen as blessing upon the ears
Of any other man alive, "for speaking
AZ 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
my very dearest friends"
His brain snapped; he bent down
you loved him-too7" ne said, un-
rontrollably.
EYES," she said. "once-I loved him,
too I"
Alone In the appointed guest room
Of the Cullen home--for Mr.. Cullen
had been as good as his word, and
sent, car to fetch his visitors be-
iongings-Hilliard lighted cigarette
Can acquired taste, but advisable as
minor deception, since he had been
notorious for his taste in cigars) and
grinned expansively. Leisurely he be-
gan 10 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 att Pious old hypo-
critet And he didn't think / deserved
to be In the familyl Sort Of hate to
let him make money out Of this deal,
but rs all In the game Goals Of fire !
But zen 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 /,
Cardboard I" he murmured. Zone
minute there. l thought I'd crack. And
I was .one Of her dearest friends
was, ,was II And she loved me-once.
Once Pity 1t wasn't twice! Pity she
and the doctor didn't say SO the night
they kicked me out so neatly. Well,
q business Is business 4. 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 see their
faces when they get the truth Of It'll"
With the cigarette dropping from his
lips, he stood up and swept clear
space In the table. From his suitcase
he eIhumed a tablet of thin transpar-
ent writing paper of a kind not sold In
America; II was the paper on which
she letter to Cullen from Richard Nor
gan had been written. and II 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 II
critically.
'.roo black" he decided, and went to
the bathroom, where he half-emptied
the reservoir Of the pen and refilled Ii
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 on the paper; scrubbed a
meaningless sentence and laughed
gently.
Funny how some people can be
smbidtxtrous and take SO long to
realize It. II 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 1t is,
Left Hand, very large and plain, IT,
Hsnsy Hilliafdrt Here he shifted
,she ben to the other kand-"And
Right land. small and curlicue. is
poor. dead Dicsty Morgan--'one Of her
dearsst fr4ends!' I'm glad killed that.
chap off-.he never amounted TO a hill
Of bear. anyway. But this Hiliiard,
person---a I've wire, boy, live wirer's
And with a grin Of sardonic humor,
he wyote. on the fimsy paper, slowly
and ~ little irregularly. as though In
physieai discemfott: IN re
q ~ 'TeuilIy 7.1s-15l
M mgttef what yoh everifhpk, %
nsttfr whssyou have ever sheSghtl !
have loved You" - - hRsg w
HS grimaced. pondered diligently.
and 4bade correction.
~Ihave always loved you more than
my axp We x9p z ss!a icy r1ee : 3 rns IS
y" - : thint they're almost What