The Washington times., 1922-10-15
CHATTER XVII
CHA RA G CTERISTICALLY,
I after that Mortified sjacula-
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49, tlOn, EanCy neVeu niaue no
further 0, Lcry. But she turned SO
deathly white that Dan thought
she was going to faint, and laid
steadying hands upon her shoul-
de-s again.
She stood for a moment, sway
ing, with closed eyes. Then she
opened them wide again, looking
shrinkingiy up into his face.
What--what are we going to
She asked the question In q
hoarse whisper, with an immense
effort. Dan did not answer her
Immediately. His head was slight
ly turned, and he was looking to-
ward the door, his face sci. and
grim as she had never known it
before. The passion which had
animated 1t bus a few minutes
since was gone completely.
He appeared to be listening in-
tently; and, as the girls shocked
senses began to clear, the meaning
Of his attitude dawned slowly upon
her. II
/, The sound Of Austin Knowles's
fall, the crash Of the glass perfume
bottle splintering on the floor, had
seemed to fll the room. Surely
the whole sleeping house must be
echoing with i'll f-.
There came a faint stirring
somewhere, q distant sound OF
voices, Of hurrying, slippered feet.
With a shuddering little gasp she
wrenched herself free, catching at
Dams arm with trembling fingers.
"You must goT she urged him,
In q whisper 50 low that he scarce
ly caught It. They'll be here in
. moInent--Luey Denning, Bonny,
everybody And you must not be
found here, Dan, you must not"
"But"-Revell passed q not al
together steady hand over his
chair, and glanced bewilderedly
from the uplifted earnest face to
the huddled figure and lolling head
Of Austin Knowles-'T can't 20
and leave you here with-with
that. There will have to be some
sort of explanation"
-'T knowp' The girl still whis-
pered, but the sound was harsh,
grim. 81 know, and / will make
Il, somehow. But you must go.
No one must ever know that you
have been here, DAMP ..5
She was urging him toward the
window while she spoke, her An
gers like a wise upon. his arm.
Again he passed his hand over his
sleek hair. g..-.. -.
"But," he began again, and she
made q little click Of her tongue
against her teeth. "".. :, K
"There are no 'buts'! There is
no time for argument, and there is
only one thing for you to do now.
To go away quickly, and to remain
awayp tEl3.. ..-.. y:
She had loosed one hand from
his arm, reaching out with it and
{ pulling open the unlatched win
s dow. She still held him with the
other as IL afraid that he might
turn back into the room. And,
as he halted, hesitatinE, she lifted
eyes that blazed suddenly to meet
his, .s. Ht..,. .t.|...
"Fcr Gods sake" she cried un-
der her breath, "don't waste any
more precious moments. You've
committed. folly enough for one
night! You were mad to come
here--utterly madp 4S.s. vi
She was painting a little, speak
ing breathlessly, jerkily. The wind
from without whipped the veil Of
.gher hair across her face, and she
\ shook II back in fierce ifnpatience.
"God knows what / am going to
say to them as Il Is! God knows
ills bad enough for him, she
glanced for a moment at the mo-
-tionless body In the deep ch: ir---
"to have come here, to be found
here-awf1l enough that this
ghastly thing should have hap
penedl IL !. going to mean q
horrible scandal, intolerable talki
II will mean another rent"--bit-
terly--"in the tatters Of my repu-
tation which the world has been
so busily trying to pull to pieces
during the last few yearsl
"But for ,it 10 become known