The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1931-05-01

Gazing at him wide-eyed she saw
him flush like schoolboy, and at that
she flew at him and Rugged him. She
couldn't help it. did you get ours,
too?" she asked.
He nodded. II thought it was bet
ter" he said. just in case of emer-
gency. That's what I told myself at
the time. But will you, Rhoda, now?
Before we go and get the trunk? st.
Timothy's is just around the corner.
I know the curate and he'll be there"
'I'll get my hat and coat" she said.
And it wasn't more than ten minutes
before she found herself being mar
ried by hearty young man who had,
it seemed, put out his pipe just before
he'd put on his cassock.
She wondered later, when she had
time to think things over, about how
vague an impression this service made
upon her. She was barely able to re-
member anything about it. On the
other hand, every word Martin had
said during their walk to the church
was etched deep upon her memory.
The force Of his purpose to set up her
fathers name again in its proper
place, cleansed Of the mud Of scandal
and suspicion; the fact that he had a
plan and that until he had set that
plan in motion everything else, even
love-making, would have to wait, put
a new dimension into her love for him.
From the church door they took a
taxi to the railway station, found the
trunk without misadventure, and took
it back to the studio. By that time
they were both wildly excited over the
mystery of its contents.
What they found was just what
Rhoda dimly remembered the contents
to have been, sheets of yellow paper
covered with notes, equations and dia-
grams. Some of them looked to her
like gigantic magnifications Of child's
game of naughts and crosses. Pic
lures of molecules, Martin said he
guessed they were, but it was all, he
frankly admitted, considerably worse
than Greek to him. There was an
enormous amount Of it, thousands of
sheets. Several thousand. They be-
gan taking them out reverently, one at
time. Then they took them out by
handfuls. There was no sort Of order
to them, apparently. It wasn't con-
ceivable that this mass of stuff was
anything that Forster wanted.
I Well then, what else was in the
trunk? They got to the bottom of 1t
at last and gazed at each other with
eyes blank with disappointment. It
seemed there was nothing in the trunk
but those yellow sheets.
Rhoda got up stifiy and announced
her intention Of getting lunch. I'm
going to cook my husbands first meal"
She made coffee and heated up can
Of corned beef hash and set the little
table while he continued to sit on the
floor in brown study, shutting his
yellow papers. y,
They were so occupied when Rabe.
1t being Saturday, came home from
work, unaware that she was looking
at a married couple. RhOda told her
promptly and her exuberant joy over
the news combined with her fury at
not having been invited to the wedding
produced the effect of an active young
tornado. She Rugged Rhoda and kissed
Martin, and berated them both in her
best manner all the time.
It was right in the midst of this
tumult that Martin announced dis
covery. "There are about hundred
of these sheets that are written in lead
pencil, but all the others are carbon
copies. The penciled sheets aren't diff
ferent in any other way that can
see from the carbons. They're in the
same handwriting, anyhow. Can you
make anything Of that?'
Rhoda was busy opening the hot
can Of hash and she said she couldn't.
Just after Babe went out she saw
him get up. in a preoccupied sort Of
way, and go over to the telephone.
He called the Worcester hotel, asked