The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-01-28
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.cbe asked il the Griswold wom-
:, mad displayed any particular
.a,snt in any direction such as
~ateur theatricals or that sort of
.sing hut all / recalled the crea-
"a had done had been to sketch
Isvar hut rather cruel caricatures
srw and then for our amusement"
sInst one more question, Mrs.
rrrell," begged Barry. You said
~ girI's hair looked as If it had
sasn bleached out in the sun; do
IN remember whether it was curly
or straight
straight as a string" Mrs. Tyr
ali responded "Irene's hair had
haen soft and curling about her
fsce. while her sisters was fiat and
ARK and unpleasant-looking as
though she had been drowned,
Now really must hurry or you'll
miss your train"
He took leave of Mrs. Tyrrell at
the station just as the New York
train was pulling in, but made no
attempt to get aboard; instead he
waited for the Western express and
As he entered the Pullman he
chuekled to himself.
cad, what luck, Fate played
right into her hands!"
CHAPTER XII.
The group which gathered in
Professor Semyonov's shabby, COM
Portable living room few days
later was a strangely assorted one,
but the faces of all held the same
intent expression and their eyes
we're focused on the boyish figure
which Iounged easily in the win
dow seat. All the tenants of the
house were present except the
keeper of the antique shop; Cor
don Laid, moody and silent; Henry
Griswold with his little skull-cap;
the professor himself, as imper-
turbable as ever, and even the pale,
shrinking little Miss Shaw from
her attic studio.
In addition the Chief had con-
descended to come over from head
quarters and lend his august coun-
tenance to the proceedings, and
Sergeant Craig stood near, looking
as though he were not quite sure
what was going to drop on him,
while, unseen, outside the door two
stalwart men remained on guard.
I've got a little story to tell yon
all; it won't take long" The figure
in the window Strengthened.
Deep silence rewarded him save
for an audible gulp from Craig AMI
slight rustic of Miss Shaw's gown
as she settled back resignedly in
her chair Barry went on:
Long ago out in a village in
Michigan, two girls. were left or
phans under the rascally guardian
ship of hypocritical bank presi-
dent The older girl was delicate,
the younger crippled to the point
OF physical defOrmity but with a
strong, determined, alert mind
They were possessed of a Sttle
property and their guardian made
up his mind to marry the Oldest
girl off as early and as well as
possible, but he saw his chance
with the younger one because OF
her infrmity. He put her in an
Institution which was practically
an idiot asylum, and her older Sis
ter was powerless to help her.
1T is a wonder that the little
cripple's mind didn't give way with
the horrors about her, but it didN t
even when a greater horror and
grief came into her life. Their
guardian sent the older sister to a
fashionable school in another state
where daughter of a rich family
grew fond of her and took her to
ner own home in a distant city for
summer vacation.
There the orphan met and mar
Tied man of wealth whom she
loved devotedly. but who fell into
the tolls of a designing woman of
unceniable fascination; the woman
woo was shot to death downstairs
Few nights ago, the erring black
mailing wife of Mr.. Griswold,
here"
gasp that was like the stirring
OF dry leaves ran around the little
circle, but no one spoke and after
moment Barry continued:
mere were two years of happy
married life. however, before the
otner woman appeared upon the