The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-04-21
Continued From Our Last Issue.
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Continued From Our Last Isspe.
HIS head was not aching; but
there thSobbed within his head,
ceaselessly and enormously, n
pulse that seemed to shake him
az Its every beat. 1t was going
knock, knock, knock! lie began
to have the feeling that II this
tdghttul knocking continued It
would beat its way out. Something
wonld give way. He was tho father
Of Effle's child; no was the muir.
derer OF Effle and her child! He
was neither; but the crimes were
fastened upon him as ineradicable
pigment upon his skin. He was a
betrayer and murderer, and every
fetutation that he could produce
turned to a brand in his hands and
branded him yet more deeply. He
wrtthed ID. torment. Forever. he
would carry the memory of that
fierce and sweating face pressing
towards him across the table IN
that court. No! 1t was another
face that stood like flame before
his eyes !, Twyning! Twyninr!
Twyning! Tho prompter, the goad.
sers Of that passionate mans pas.
sion, the ipstisator and instrument
of this his utter md appalling de.
5strnctior. Twyning, Twyuing,
ryyning! He ground bis teeth
upon the name. He twisted in his
5chair upon the thought. Twyning
wyning, TwynIng! Knock. knock
= Knock! All, that knocking, that
Isnocisingl Something was going
10 give way In a minute. II must
Z he ahated. A feverish desire to
smoke came upon him. He felt in
his pockets for his cigarct case.
He had not got II. He remember
ed that he had started for Brighton
without 1t, discovered there that
The had left It behind. lie started
to hunt for It. He remembered u
previous occasion Of searching for
1T like this. When? Oh, when
Etfie had told him she had found
II lying about and had put it-oS
all absurd places for u cigaret casG
jim the back Of the clock. EEtie!
He went quickly to the clock anil
opened i. Good! 1t was there. He
snatcbed It up. Something else
there. "A folded paper. His name
peneiled on 1t: Mr.. Sabre.
She had left a message for him!
That cigaret case business had
been deliberately dozc!
He began to read. Tears stoo /
tshis eyes. Pitiful, oh, pltiful. He
turned the page - knock, knock.
knock! The knocking suddenly
ceased. He threw up his hand. He
gave q very loud cry. A single
note. "A note Of extraordinary exui.
tatton: HAT
He crushed the paper between HE
hands. He cried aloud: Into my
handsl Into my hands :hou hast
delivered hint"
He opened the paper, and read
4 again, his hand shaking, and now
\ 9 most terrible trembling upon him.
Dear Mr.. Sabre,
wanted You to so to Brighton
50 u could be alone to do what I
am inst going to do. You sec they
won't let me keep my little baby
and now ] have made things too
terrible for'you. So see the only
thing to do Is 10 take myself out
OF ~ I'LL and take my little baby
with me. Soon shall explain
things 10 God and then think 1t
VIII be quite all right. My heart
Is filled with gratitude 10 you. I
cannot express 1t: but shall tell
God when I explain everything to
HIM and my one hope Is that aft
sersl have been punished shall be
allowed to meet you again, and
than iyou-therc. where everything
viii be understood.
BE turned over.
feel I ought TO. tell you now, be
fore ] leave this world, what / nev.
5erwas able to tell you or anyone.
The father Of my little baby was
Harold Twyning who used to be in
your Office. We had been secretly
engaged. very, very long time and
then he was in an officers train.
ing camp at Bournemouth where l
was, and don't think l quite under.
stood. We were going to be mar
ried and then he had to go sudden.