The Daily Alaska empire., 1931-05-02

geance, murder and destruction, and more of help and salvation; less and less of the affairs of the wretched John Dacre Wave Van derleur St. Clair, and more and more of those of Marjorie Lauder dell.
 If I helped her to happiness, she brought to me that which I had never expected to know again. peace, and that joy and happiness which only peace can bring
 The change in me was, of course almost imperceptible, but the day dawned when I realized that I was no longer waiting at The Mon- astery in the role of avenger, but in that of protector and rescuer.
 I was not biding my time, mere ly to choose the occasion for my vengeance, but waiting until the arrest and execution of Chink Dor son should leave me free to move about without fear of arrest--a very real fear, for my description had been broadcast by the police as that of a suspicious stranger who had hung about at Witherby End, and had mysteriously disap- peared by early train, immediately after the murder
 Possibly, even if arrested on suspicion and proved to have been in the house that night, could clear myself of the charge of mur- der, but might as well be hanged as sent back to live a lingering death in the American prison from which I had escaped.
 Once Chink Dorson was arrested. found guilty and hanged, I could then set about effecting Marjorie's escape from her position of danger.
 For my own fate I cared little; but what would be the childs. fate If, escaping, I were arrested in her company, and she again fell into the clutches of that vile woman, her uncle's wife, and this viler man, Charters?
 The moment that I saw Mar jorie, loved her, because she was my daughter Rosemary.
 Imperceptibly but quickly my deep devoted love for her changed completely, and, while loving her -I fell in love with her.
 I can express myself no better than that, and can make myself no clearer.
 Women and men of understand ing will understand, and, to oth- CTS, no word of mine could explain the change that gradually came about. M
 We had a meeting place, a se- clud spot of our own among the ancient ruins that gave the Nur5- ing Hcme it's name: and there we would meet to compare notes and make plans.
 It was this that first brought realization-in a flood of golden light, filling my soul with joy in- effable-for soon found that, in- stead of approaching our trysting- place in the spirit of father about to meet an adored daughter, I was doing so in the true spirit of a lover.
 Before long, was like any boy ish lover who, after counting the minutes since the last meeting, goes with trembling joy to see the face to hear the voice. to touch the hand, of her without whom the world is naught
 Yes, I loved Marjorie when I saw her, and fell in love with her when I knew her-despora5ely and 
 Oh, Marjorie, Marjorie! And never did you dream of it.
 Who can love-and hate? What mind can be filled at the same moment with purest, most unselfish love-and with deepest. blackest most hideous hate?
 Yet, although my own affairs now seemed but petty, the more I loved Marjorie the more I hated those who would injure her.
 That Charters and his foul son had done me the deadliest wrong was not now the reason for my wrath against them. + was be- cause of their intent to injure Mar jorie that I hated therG. Had never seen Marjorie I would have killed them both in my own way and at my own time Having fallen in love with Marjorie. would have abandoned my vengeance fnr all desire for it had died in mel but for their foul plot against her.
 But nol In the very act of soft ening to forgiveness of them for what they had done to Rosemary, for filthy gold-what. did I find? That they were again about 70 de- strcy her.
 For this plot was again an at tack upon my Rosmeary Rose mary-Marjorie my child. my hearts desire.