The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-02-28

Of her return, Fay Is startled by
the sudden appearance at the
window Of q CHASTITY, pale face
With staring eyes, II yanishes
and Fay fears that her war.
shocked nerves have trlcked her.
eoioNWlTH THE STORY.
They might even think that her
brain was affected by the horrors
through which she had passed!
Alter breakfast she wandered of
alone down the. winding side path
which led TO the shore.
Fayie "A masculine voice sound.
Cd sclose 10 her. She started violent.
NJ her stinstrung nerves janglinE
again. a dapper young man In i'm
maclllate fIannels with a bit OF
bland mtistache above his veal:
month; stood beside her. "Awfully
sorry I startled you. Laurel told
me You We're home, and I thought
I might find you out here; re.
npmbered It was a fayortte spot OF
Yours.
u find / hayo forgotten most
Things that were habits before /
vent away Fay retorted coolly.
u suppose was one OF the hab.
US which you have forgotten. too,
FAYE,
you WERE" she returned frank
III Until Laurel told mo you were
at the club, ] had forgotten that
you. were even alive"
cadmns WINGED but persisted.
You are quite sure? There IL
not live spark. left among the
ashesge
There aren't even ashes," Fav
picked up, O few grains Of sand AMI
blew them lightly from ner palm.
They are gone llke-that!"
He sighed sentimentally, but a
light Of something very like relief
glimn1ered in his pale eyes.
There was a hint Of amusement
IN her face,
sGheer up. Harry. This is too
nice q morning for post morteIns!
ThBt' 8 the sheriff, isn't It? Who is
the young man with hlm?"
She nodded down the beach to
where astall, thin man with grIz.
lied mustache, was talking to a
younger, boyish.looking stranger.
"a police official from the city
named Larry or Barry or some.
thing, Harry Cadmus responded.
He came Sup TO tho club yesterday
to make some inquiries
sInqniries?" Fay repeated.
About what?'
Somebody's maids were scared
q night or two ago by something
they took to he avid man." Cad.
mus laughed. They'd heard talk,
suppose, because some seat cush-
ions and a steamer rug were stolen
from Pearsall's launch. Old Hulse
hasn't had anything to interest him
since the Patterson robbery year
ago, and he Is determined to earn
sgpay.''s
Fay was silent. A wild mau!
What &c that face But she put
the thought resolutely from her.
AS the two moved OF her eyes
followed them idly.
DO you know, there used 10 be a
tiny cave somewhere about here"
che remarked to her companion.
I'VE played all sorts Of games OF
pirates and buried treasures there
when We were children. No strang:
erS could find It in a hundred years,
but II would be splendid place for
any one to hide out In"
They walked back to meet Laurel
playing with her collie on the lawn.
She raised her eyebrows at their
Y approach. Mother has been look.
Ing everywhere for you, Fay she
announced loftily. "She could not
Imagine where you had gone, but |
might have guessed: you always
were fond OF tho bay" =
She seemed deliberately to ignore
Gadmus' presence, and Fay gazeo
81 her In aStonishment. What could
be the matter? She knew her mer.
ctifdal cousins moods well enough
70 recall that this assumption OF
cold sarcasm always indicated an
aroused fury raging beneath.
LaurelS temper was uncertain at
best: what could have awakened
j II Bnows
With a word OF apology Fay left
them, but at the stops OF the porch
She glanced back. Laurel aud
Harry Cadmus were standing as
she had left them, evidently'in ami.
mated debate.
Mrs. Tudor announced that her
attorneys had come, and the rest o.
the morning was spent in a maze of
legal and financial detail. Fay was
astontahed to learn the extent Of
her own wealth. She had inherit.
cd her brothers share or the fam.
NY estate, and that amounted to a
sum which staggered and depressed
her.
When the waitress brought up
her luncheon Fay noticed that the
girl was smiling.
What Is It, Louise?". she asked.
s0h, Miss Tudor!" the girl
dimpled. Frank was teasing the
cook this morning because she de-
claredi that there were ghosts or
witches about, and now hos foun ]
that his best suit Is gone from his
rooms over the garage and she has
the laugh on him."
Franks suit Is gomez" repeated
Fly Stolen, you mean?"
Yes, miss. Gone from his closet
some time last night, and there's no
trace Of how the thief got In or out
Of the garage, any more than he
leet any signs behind him in the
Tis paatrys"