New Britain herald., 1922-07-15
The Crest RS Which Madge Rec
 oenizel tho Handkerchief.


 With hands that could not keeI from shaking, picked up the hlms Handkerchief which the mysterious Don Ramon Almlrez had dropped al my feet, and later had pressed Into Ny hand on the pretense that t was
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 From it's folds l eXtrieated tiny Solded note, unseaed, and bearing nc adaress, This l laid aside for deliy- cry 10 my father as the man calling himself Don Ramon had asked, and gave curious, teeting thought to the trust which the man had put in me Evidently he had been sure that l would not open the note. I wonder cd also II he had decided not to ad- dress it because he feared I might recognize the handwriting, But the next instant I had put all other con Jectures away rom me and was staring as ii at basiisk al bit of dainty embroidery in the corner of the 'berchiet a handiwork l knew only 100 well
 Ten Times As Lucky"
 Swiftly l trayeied back the road or memory to the days when Grace Dra- per had been bicby's art protege, and had acted as his model and secretary, the days before her infatuation for him had led her to make my life for awhile 2 hiaeols nightmare. She had been often al our home in those days. and l had much admired-I am afraid somewhat enyied--the undeniable el- 5y-Iz
 l had observed that every article of clothing she possessed, from her 'kerchiefs to her gowns. bore some where upon it a tiny delicately em- hrodered four-leaved clover in olive green silks. IL was oddly designed. most o!eVerly executed, and once she had commented upon it laughingly.
 II IS my crest" she had laughed trife hitterly-I guessed that she was ashamed of her oriein-"every bit as distinctive and ten times as lucky as the four quarterings, don't you think ?"
 had made her a perfunctory an- sWer, and had thought no more about the matter, although l remembered now that when she had reappeared in our lives in the awful time which had ended with her kidnapping of Junior, there had been no mark of any kind upon any of her belongings.
 Yet here in my hand lay one of her handkerchiefs with the familiar em- broidery upon 1t. I was as sure of it as l would have been had she sud- denly materlalized before me with | it in her hand What did it mean?
 l found myself shaking as with a | chill, l forced myself to lay the hand- Kerchiet back upon the bed, and to sit | down in the nearest chair
 Madge is Terrified.
 Ever since the moment when Grace | Draper had rushed out into the night ! after her melodramatic defiance of Hugh Grantland, who had rescued my boy I never had been without the secret fear that somewhere, somehow, she would creep poisonously back in- | to my life again. And this in spite ! of the knowledge that Hugh Grant land, with all the resources at his command, was unobtrusively yet ef- fectiVely guarding me against this very possibility. The fact, that in spite of him. she had vanished that night as though the darkness had absorbed her bodily, had always filed me with terror, for I knew that if she were alive the obsessing hatred she bore me was still afame
 With every bit of will power I pos Bessed l broush myself back 10 calm ness and the question-what should do?
 1nstinctively felt that Hugh Grant land ought to know about this odd happening with its sinister meaning to me. But the last postal card l had received from .him-the never-failing notification of his vhereabou bear Ing only his address and his initials had been postmarked from the Paci- fc coast. Was l to summon him across a continent, l asked myself sardonically, because l had seen a handkerchief which l fancied had once belonged to Grace Draper?
 My father Of course l have be- come so used to thinking of him as a man broken by illness that l find it lard to realize the rejuyenation which las come to him. 1 could pour out to aim all the unreasoning terror which he sight of the handkerchief had aroused in me without the fear of , being considered hysterical, which 1