New Britain herald., 1928-03-20
TaE CENTRAL PeEss AssocATtoA. INC.

The loneliness of the silent rooms vas unbearable. He was beginning 10 feel. too. the added torment his conscience was now forcing home 10 him. His was not the only grievance in the stuart family. he knew full well.
 Then again came remembrance Of those blisterlng, scalding words in the letter: Where l go--or with WAon-is no concern Of yours" God in heaven, Could it be that she had gone with Le Tarte? Finally he could endure the lone luess and torture Of thinking no longer, He must talk to somebody, anybody. He got out the car from the garage and drove to the Central drug store. T. was not yet s o'clock. and there were always acquaintancos loating la there.
 Almost the first one saw upon entering was Nita Ra,elle That something out of the common had happened she knew the instant sAe looked at him. II was written in every line of his countenance, in his eyes and in the sag Of his shoulders. So il Was not nler" accident that she hit upon something like the truth iu the first words she spoke
 You poor, poor man. she said. pityingly. as though she were offer ing her condolences with actual knowledge of the situation. You look for all th' world like th' last rose Of sumner left blooming alone Tell Nta the story, Jack; maybe it'll ease the hurt some.'
 And, because he was in that state of mind that "raycs sympathy, and b,causo this woman Nas-or so he believed the innocent victim in th" same mlN-up that brought about his trouble. he told hor all. of thN letter and it's blsterne contents, and then of telephonins Peter Justin, and his answer.
 "Tell m" something, Jack" said Nlta, suddenly breaking in on his lamentations. If you had positive proof that your wife had run away aith Frank I.c Tarte, what would you do?"
 "I'd follow rhcm.' came the swift reply. Follow and
 And what? ?" she prompted, as he paused.
 "Wcll." he answered. slowly. that would depend upon her -- her wishes"
 What would you do to th' pro- ftssor:' she qucriel curiously.
 That would also depend-well upon circumstances.
 Shortly after noon on the follow ing day, the telephone in the stuart apartment rang. Jack answered. He had Con" 10 bed just as the day was breaking. had slept fitfully for per EapS two hours. and then rose. He had remained home in the hope Of Jilrs return. or getting some word from her. Now he took down the receiver with a hand that shook. Yes, this is Jack stuart speak ing" he called into the transmitter.
 Hello, Jack" It was the voice of Nira RaVelle. Hope slumped.
 Listen, Jack" went on the voice, faint at first. and then clear. "Jm telling you this hocause-Hell. be cause you'Ne always been decent with me. and l want 10 do you good turn. Tell mo, do you want to know where your wife went? ] found out--it came in a perfectly naturally way. but I've got all the facts, Do you want, to know"
 "Ies, yes Nita,' cried Jack. try ing 10 get 3 grip on himself. "Go om-tell me-"
 'They'rc driving-to-Cleveland,' came the voice again.
 "Who"" quoried Jack, hoarsely. What dyuh mcan--tley? Who is with hor?"
 "Lc Tarte." popped back the an sNcr. distinct, sharp. The pro- lessor"
 "Go-on." hc eulpcd. his tongu, thick.
 "Thcy-stoDpcd at thc--G-hotc Il in w came the voice over tho wire. Jim Blake met them just as they were leaving this morning at 9:30. L. Tarte told him they were going 10 Cleveland. Jim drove through from W this forenoon: aust arrived here in Ellston-camc right Up 10 SC" me. So yon see there can be no mistake. You might catch
 
 said Le Tarte spoke of the C. ho- tel in Cleveland. l know that's where tho professor stopped when he lived in Cleveland. Well. what do vou thi1kp Was il cattv of me