The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1921-09-17

1ftHtt sent hA+ WEN ot~4 - N"N~-.
fsosAiIE. q trapers performer. Just a.
MtERSEN. the circus manager, u pre-
parins 70 beat her. Rederiek u ensas-
ilrIAN FAME. but she throws him
ever when she learns that he has not Ia
herttsd his fathers wealth After TAX
DIN rERoERsoS. tn. family lawyer.
y kc1ertet 10 much discouraged he searnr
4 >1cr someone to talk to- 90 he folio~s the
&trcus and again finds Rcsaiie, lie pro-
resss msrriase to her. When hedsrseA
BLUNT. the pompous butler. tells him
4 HuNcHpAciS. an attache Of the cir
NJ has been watching the house.
NOW co on Win THE STORY
y lContiuued From Yesterday
CHAPTER V
In the dim silence OF the little
cuntry church q man and woman
here being married.
Outside the wind blew dead leaves
bound the graves In the churchyard
ftfui raindrops battered down like
petulant tears.
The slow voice OF the old Clergy
nan sounded mopotonously thru the
little church like a voice IN dream
Rbrtc listened TO II with a vague
feeling Of unreaiity; he told himself
that Il was all a dream; the thin.
\ wheexy "Ahmcns" Of the haid.headcd
! verger In the background. the timid
voice OF the glrl beside him. the uenf
hing OF her fingers in his--all a
tdrvam from which he would soon
wnken to find himself again In the
luxury Of his rooms in London
II was not until he had signed his
name In the musty register tn the
| cold vesfry that he seemed to make
! With . SILVER and meet the half
\ heightened eyes Of the girl who was
nov his wifci
His wife. Young Briton felt him
relf going white to the very lips He
\ut out . mechanical band and
Sudied himself against the table
- old clergyman was congratu-
Xg him Rorie felt as II he must
|38h: he could feel the laugh rising
his throat. Then again he met
be eyes OF the girl opposite him.
&4sere was something tragic In those
y fes-tragic and infinitely pathetic.
Young Briton took an impulsivc
Lep forward. He laid . hand on
eent and kissed her soft cheek awk.
hardly He tried to speak. but
nmehow words seemed an utter I'm.
os<tbiiity-and presently they were
0tside the church In the wind
Fept graveyard. the bald-headed
~ A<gcr was already closing and
seeking the church doors behind
them.
$50 you're my wife, said Rorie-
His voice sounded somehow dazcd;
be took Off his hat. and let the
1nu,p breeze blow on his hot fore
I'D
yes The word was . mere
gAisper. She stood with her hands
nngfng listlessly beside her. look.
u 1T him with frightened eycs-
Ire you sorry7~ she asked htrn.
bwiy.
VAN Of pity swept sver young
eDnS heart. he forced . laugh.
what . question: OF coure not
<ers going to be awfuIly happy.
1u have = fine time. It's an fixed
0Vat sat45 t8t1tbTf0W 8tttI-
noqo- Ton haven't forgotten every
Shhg told you. have your He
~ she had not. but he felt az II
- must 80 on talking.
No." she said. timidiy.
They walked down the narrow
nth to tho gate. where Rorie's car
o.ood q the roadside A special ~
ebnse--a handsome fee to a psrson
vSho was not curious circuitous
Drive TO an outlying village where
sHorie was not known--and the seal
Md been set TO their strange be.
lsofhal.
And now young Briton was waking
| .upf The numbness was thawing from
Nj heart--fhe brain that had seemed
ydru0ged for the past three days was
r{irring again. and beginning TO re-
-5neuber and to look ahead into the
long years lying In wait--and to be
| afraid -afraid.
He drew the rug around Rosaiie.
tucking II warmly about her--hc
~ how she trcmblcd when once
~ hand Inadvertently touched hers.
kand again the wave Of compunction
swept his very soul.
Won't be afraid OF me- he said.
Vtardly. Tim going to be awfully
kind q ypu. and make you ever so
kbappy.s
euch bald speech. so different to
III passionate words of devotion
mich had come so easily to his lips
the night he had said good-by to
Lillian Fame, He felt somehow hor-
$1bIe- He could not meet the eyes
pf the girl beside him.
The drive back was a silent one.
When Alperton village was In sight
Rprie stopped the car.
II must put you down here: every.
ling win be all right" He smiled
.skcouragingiy down at her II don't
think Sherney or anyone can suspect
I'VE haven't been an hour and half
IN together. Don't look 80 sad.
Rosslie; this is the last day of the
Old life. Don't forget what told
you: You must get away from the
caravans early in the morning. as
aoon as it's light. I shall be here
/ Waiting for you with the car, and
! veil go strAight TO London. and by
the time you're missed we shall be
pts Of reach. and then"--he drew a
{lppe breath. looking away from her
leross the bleak fields TO the belt OF
-1fpwn leafless trees behind which
~ the old house OF which he
wbuId never now be master--"snd
| then wen start life afresh." he went
on slowly, after a moment. He held