New Britain herald., 1924-05-15
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! lie was SLOWLY DeslnnlnS 10 feallHt
 what it was in this woman. who was
 not really beautiful and not in tho least smart, that had so cNdeared hel
 10 this quiet household,
 There was something so wOmanls
 about her, something He could mol
 define his feelings. Impulsively he
 held out his hand.
 "If ever I can be of use 10 you
 hope you will ask me-"
 Mary lad her trembling fingers in
 his.
 You are very kind" she said, then
 turned prccipitately and ran from the
 room,
 This was her last night at the Red
 Grange. Already she had put to- gether tho few things she had brought
 with her, and packed them in bag
 that bore Hice Bretherton's initials. II was one Of his many possessions waich Dolly hnd left behind her. She had cared nothing for the man; now {! he was gone she cared nothing for anything that had been his.
 Mary sat down nj a little writing table which Miss Narney had had placed in the room for her. She l took Dolly's letter from locked drawer and spread it out before her. 1 II was strange, she thought, that i Dolly's letter md Monty Fisher shoud"hRve come so near together. lt had been wonderful that she had 1 been left so long undiscovered.
 And any day now David might hear i from Dolly. Msry knew Nigers widow very well, Lnew that money vas everything n the world 10 her, that she would leave no stone un- turned to get anything she could from David
 Her only hope lay now in flight. to get away and leave no trace behind her.
 She hah meant to write 10 Dolly, but the dinner gong rang before she had written more than couple Of lines, and she thrust the letter hastily away.
 Every detail Of Inst last dinner was stamped indelibly on her brain the long, beautiful room. the shining silver and wonderful glass, the naneied walls and riesming armor, and David. the last or all the trrth- ertons, sitting silent and sbstrace ed ct Inc head of inc table.
 The desuitory con,ersation was | carried on by Miss Narney and Fisher. Mary hardly spoke, and scarcely touched the tempting dishes set be- fore her: she felt as if every mouth. i iul would choke her. She wondered i that the emotion Of her aching heart i, was not clearly stamped in her face. 1
 She was beginning to understand ! now as ne'er before why Nigel had | so hated the ordinary suburban life he had been forced to lead since his She could sympathize TOW with the way his face had always lit up st mention or the Red Grange. She. who had been there but 2 few weeks, loved il already. How much more, then, must he have cared who had lived there all his lifea
 CHATTER xLTIT
 For the Last Timr
 lnstrsG of following Miss Narnev fo {. tb" draVing-room she slipped away upstairs. Tcars blinded her eyes as she wcnt. This vas the last evening Sh" would cvar spend in the old house. This ras tha shutting of fhe door upon her brief glimpse Of Para dise.
 It was only just after eight. She knew that it would ho useless 10 at .empi 10 lcaye the house for another so hours. but she finished her small pre operations. bathed tre tears from her efss and went downstairs again.
 David met her at ths foot uf the stairs.
 'I am going to drive Fisher to The station. Will you rome with me ."
 She flushed up to her rres. She <new that 1t would be wiser 10 re- use. that Da' ids absence would gire TOT tho opportunity she wanted to cave the house unnOticnd. But thn [ 10 go with him vas great.
 lt ras q lovely night. She could 'ic ure the long drive to fhe station trough tho silent country lanes. the i'm alone. why do yoH hesitats:" he asked. There was q sharp inquiry in his oics. His cyes sought hers insist ntly. She reused herself Hfth an Hort: s'je was afraid that he might inspect something from her manner. he answered quickly.
 ''I will come; yes. Of course Will orue. should like to-
 She ran back for her hat and cesf. When she came again down the tairs David was stiii standing where he had left him. There was some hing in his manner that gave her a tile qualm Of fear.
 When the car came to the door he . Irned to Fisher.
 '-Yon won't mind tho lack scat. ion,yg It's rather cold for a lady" Mary protested she preferred the ack seat; she did not mind the night ir in the least
 ''You don't know how io take care [ yourself" Tiatid said. smiling.
 He wrapped the rug carefully round e Ere.s FstrH after they had