The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1921-09-17
CHAPTER x

l watched her through the glass
doors until she vanished among the
crowd i'm the lobby. l could not per-
NIT her to go away like this; to get
beyond my sight and acknowledgement
hesitated too long, until she had
merged into the swirling crowd and
was lost.
1t was indeed a strange feeling of
loneliness which swept over me in
that moment Never before had l felt
such depth of interest in a woman, or
experienced such regret at parting.
With no apparent effort, seemingly ut
terly Indifferent, she had nevertheless
become intwined with my life, her
presence a necessity for my happiness.
The soft pressure of her body, the
touch Of her hand, was intoxication
the glance of her eyes sent the warm
blood pulsing through my veins. She
had become to me an inspiration, a
memory to dream over, a hope no
longer to be resisted.
This was strange, so strange as to
be beyond understanding. l argued
it with myself. but to no result. The
fact would not be denied. Here was
an unknown woman, original and
beautiful, to be sure, yet one whose
very identity was shrOuded in mys-
terry. To all appearances she was &C.
lively engaged in conspiracy against
the government Of Chile, in a crime
against human life. She was unques-
tionably the authorized agent of
gang of revolutionary plotters-I had
witnessed their reception of her as
one of their own, and could not doubt
the evidence Of my own eyes. She
had borne them instructions, and stood
In their midst, in secret cOnclave,
| speaking as one having authority.
More than that. even, she had refused
to deny this connection, to reveal her
name, or acknowledge any other pur-
pose. She had used me to further her
ends, whatever they might be, prey
ing upon my personal interest in her,
and yet refusing to lift single fold
Of this curtain Of mystery.
What could it mean, but that she
was secretly ashamed to permit of my
full understanding? The thought Of
the stolen money, the murder of Alva,
required to me; the invitation had
overheard for her to accompany him
on his fatal trip, and her accept
ance; the positive assertion Of Harris
that she had done so; her confessed
knowledge that the money had actual
ly been given into the possession Of
the Chilean captain; the nature Of the
weapon with which he had been
killed; her remaining in New York in
stead of returning to Washington. 1
could not blot these things out, no
matter how hard I endeavored to
reconcile them with her denials.
trusted her; would continue to trust
her against the world. yet deep down
i'm my heart fingered question I'M
answered. If she was honest, square,
actuated by some worthy purpose. why
did she still refuse to cOnfide in me?
Surely had been sufficiently tested
and she knew who was. If she was
the sister of q classmate whom knew
and loved, what necessity remained
for the concealment of her name?
What, indeed, except shame at the
part she was playing in this sordid
drama of life? Some Of my earlier
suspicion had been eradicated, for now
ii was clearly demonstrated that it
could not have been her knife which
had pierced Alva's heart. Whatever
else / might believe against her. this
evidence no longer existed, for she
still wore the dagger in her hat. Pecu-
liar as the design was, the weapon
locked in my valise, which l had
picked up blOod-stained on the floor
of the car. was not hers; it had been
welded in it's deadly work by some
other hand. But whose? Did she
know? Did she even suspect the as
sassin? Was she even now endeavOr-
ing to conceal his identity? These
questions were unanswerable; could
only partially drive them back by
memory of the girl herself: it was
impossible to recall her wildly to
mind, and yet associate her with so
foul a crime.
was still immersed in such
thoughts, mentally struggling for her
honor. and my own justification, when
/ finally attained the quiet of my room.
i was squarely up against stone
wall; there was no light perceptible
anywhere. Neither Harris nor Wal
dron was guilty Of this crime; they
were oblterated from further con-
sideration. These two worthless had
undoubtedly done their best, but had
been outgeneraled by some one else
} and, whoever that other might be, he
had made clear getaway, leaving
not even a lurking suspicion behind
him. 1t was the job of master-thief
an expert in crime-or else had been
accomplished through the blind luck
of some one whose very identity
cloaked any possibility of suspicion.
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