The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1922-05-09

face that passed before that passion
ate eountenance and stood like flame
before his eyes. TwyninEl Twyning
rwynlng. Twyningi The prompter
the goader Of that passionate mans
passion, the mstlgator and instru
ment Of this his utter and appalling
destruction. Twynlng. Twyuins
Twyningl Knock. knock. knock
All, that knocking. that knocking
something was going TO give way IN
a minute. IL must be abated. II
must. Something would give way
else. A feverlsh desire TO smoke
came upon him. lilo felt IN his peck
cts for his eigaret casa. lilo had not
got II. He thought after a. lie 70
membered that no had started for
brighton without II. discovered there
that no had left Il behind. lie start
70 hunt for II. IL must he In thi.
nom. II was not 90 be secn In tn.
ROOM. Wherey lilo remembered a
previous occasion ~ searching for II
lske this, Whenf An. when Effis
had told him she had found u iyinr
about aud had put tot all absurd
places for a cigarct case--ln tho back
OF the clock. Ten 10 one she had pm,
Z, there again now. Tho very las,
thing she had done for hlini Efnel
He went quickly to the clock ani
opened Il. Goodi IL was there. lie
anatched L up. Something else there
folded paper. Ills name pencilcd
on II: Mr.. Sabre.
She had left message for himl
She had left message for him
Ihat eigsret case business had been
deliberately donei
He fumbied the paper open. lie
could not control his fingers. lie
fumhlcd Il open. lie began 10 read.
Tears stood IN hts -ycr Pitlrul. oh.
pitifnl. He turned the pag~-knoek.
knock. knock The knocking sudden.
" ceased. lilo threw up his hand
He gave a very loud cry A single
note a note OF extraordinary exulta.
ton: 'Har'
He crushed the paper between his
hands lie cried aloud; Into my
handsi Into my hands thou hast do.
hvercd himr'
lie opened the paper and read
again. his hand shaking. and now a
most terrible trembling upon him.
Dear Mfr. sabre.
Il wanted you to 20 TO brighton
40 could be alone 70 do what | am
Just gotng to do. see now Il II all
impossible. and ought 10 have seen
u before. but was 30 very fond os
my little baby and never dreamt
u would bs like this. But you see
they won't let mo keep my little baby
and now have made things too ter.
Tfble Tor you So I $50 tho only thing
TO do Is to take myself out % II all
and take my little baby with me.
Soon shall explain thing. 10 God
and then think Il will bs quite all
right Dear SIR sabre. when / @x.
plain things 20 God. I shall tell Him
how wonderful you have been 10 nv.
Ny heart IL filled with gratitude 10
you. I cannot express II: but shall
tell Gcd when I explain everything
70 him. and my one hope Ia that after
! have been punished I shan b. al.
lowed to meet you again. and thank
you--there. whsre everything win be
understood
He turned ~ over.
Il feel ! ough, 20 tel you now.
before ! leave this world. what I
mover was able 90 tell you or anyone.
Tho father Of my little baby was
Harold Twynlng. who used TO be In
your office. We had been secretly
engaged very. very long time and
then he WAS In an officers training
camp AZ Bournemou,h whore l was.
and don't think I quite Understood
We were going to 10 married and
then he had 10 20 suddenly. and then
he was afraid 70 tell HIS father and
then this happened and he was more
afraid. SO that was how u all was.
do want you. please. TO tell Harold
that quite forgive him. only can't
quite write 20 him. And dear Mr..
Sabre. DO trust you 70 be with Har.
old what you have always been with
me and with sycrybody--grntle and
understanding things And I shall
tell the Perches. too. about you, and
Mr.. Fargus Good-by and may God
bless and reward you forever and
ever. "EFFIE"
He shouted again. 'Tiar He cried
again. Into my hands, Into my
hands,
He abandoned himself % a rather
horrible ecstasy OF hate and passion.
His face became rather horrible 10
see. Ills facs became purple and
black and knotted. and tho veins on
his forehead black lie cried aloud.
"Haroldi Harold TwynlnRl Twyn.
inRr' He rather horribly mimlcked
Twyniug. "Harold's such good
boyi Harold's such a good. Chris
ton. model boyi Harold's never said
a bad word or had n bad thought.
Harold's such a good boy" lie cried
out: ''Harold's such a blackRuard
HaroIds such a biackguardi A black
guard and the son Of n vile, infa.