The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1921-11-03
EPILOGUE.

u simply can't believe 1t, Hugh"
In the lengthening shadows Phyllis
moved a little nearer to her husband,
who, quite regardless Of the publicity
OF their position, slipped an arm
around her waist.
Cant believe what, darlingr' he
demanded lazily.
"Why, that all that awful night
mare Is over. darlington dead, and
the other two In prison, and US mar
Red"
They're not actually in jug yet, old
thing" said Hugh. "And somehow
- he broke Off and stared thought
fully at a man sauntering past them.
To all appearances he was a casual
visitor taking his evening walk along
the front Of the well-known seaside
resort so largely addicted to honey
moon couples. And yet was
he? Hugh laughed softly; he'd got
suspicion on the brain.
Don't you think they'll be sent to
PRISON. cried the girl.
"They may be sent right enough,
but whether they arrive or not Is a
different matter. l don't somehow see
Carl picking oakum. It's not his
form"
For a while they were silent, occu-
pied with matters quite foreign to
such trifes as Peterson and his daugh-
ter.
"Are you glad I answered your ad-
vertisementT' inquired Phyllis at
length.
THE question is too frivolous to
deserve an answer" remarked her hus-
band severely.
But you aren't sorry it's over2"
she demanded.
at isn't over, kid; It's just begun"
He smiled at her tenderly. "Your life
and mine . . . isn't 1t just wonder
ful?"
And m again the man sauntered
past them. But this time he dropped
a piece Of paper on the path, just at
Hugh's feet, and the soldier, with a
Iut'h movement "lh'h bC huItiy
stopped to analyze, covered 1t with his
shoe. The girl hadn't seen the action ;
but then, as girls will do after such
remarks. she vas thinking OF other
things. Idly Hugh watched the saun-
terer disappear In the more crowded
part Of the esplanade, and for a mo-
ment there came onto his face a look
which, happily for his wife's peace Of
mind, she failed to notice.
Lets 90 and eat, and after dinner
I'll III you up to the top Of the head
land. :.
Together they strolled back to their
hotel. In his pocket was the piece Of
paper: and who could be sending him
messages In such a manner save one
mana man now awaiting his trial?
In the hall he stayed behind to In
quire for letters, and a man nodded to
him.
Heard the newsT" he inquired.
mo" said Hugh. whats hap
penedi"
"That man Peterson and the girl
have got away. No trace Of EN-"
Then he looked at Drummond curious
ly. "By the way, you had something
TO do with that show, didn't your
"A little" smiled Hugh. Just a lit
tie"
"Police bound to catch 'em again."
continued the other. Cant hide your
self these days"
And once again Hugh smiled, as he
drew from his pocket the piece Of pa
per:
"Only au revoir, my friend; only au
revOir."
He glanced at the words written in
Peterson's neat writing, and the smile
broadened. Assuredly life was still
good assuredly.
And into an ash tray nearby he
dropped a piece Of paper torn into a
hundred tiny fragments.
"Was that a lOve-letter?" she de-
manded with assumed jealousy.
mot exactly, sweetheart" he
laughed back. mot exactly" And
wei the glasses their eyes met.
~ LII ~.t A.