The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1936-07-30


strength, greater instead of less with
his years. His wife, she finds moth
ing in her doings to deny her years
for her. Spending money doesn't do
it. You got to make it. It's max
ing money that gives proof, which
the wife can't match, of his greater
ability and attractions"
Attractions - Beatrice Gleneith re-
peated, and Cathal caught twitch-
like vince, so he said quickly:
"Lorrie knew better-but they all
do. He knew it was his money, not
him, that Myrtle had to have. She
married him for 1t.
"And she could have got away with
it, and so could he, and been salts
fed, If he hadn't been happy in his
marriage before. 1t was that which
proved the death of him-that once
he'd been happy!"
'How?" breathed Beatrice.
Cathal confronted her. Have you
not known happiness?" he said boldly,
and waited for no answer Then how,
having bought her with money, could
he have with her the full of it?
'She sold herself body and soul to
him, did Myrtle, whom your daugh-
ter walked in on, Mrs. Gleneith. She
tried to deliver her soul as well as
her body to him; but the soul wouldn't
deliver. Something sees to that"
He stopped, and Beatrice Gleneith
remained standing, waiting for him.
But Charles Lorrie would have soul
as well as body, having paid for it.
Poor as her soul was, he would have
it. Once he had a wife, body and
soul, you see; so he was spoiled for
less. And then there was Bert So
he began to beat up his young wife
Myrtle. A trifle before two o'clock
on that day. when later your daugh-
ter had the i'll luck to be looking
about the building with Mr.. Braddon,
Charles Lorrie went too far.
There were certain bruises and con-
tusions on Myrtle which your daugh-
ter, placed as she was with Myrtle,
could not have failed to see. So 1
must make sure of the manner of her
memory of them, and some other
items of evidence"
Agnes told him: 'The morning aft
er the-after we were in that apart
ment, and | read the newspapers here,
wrote down everything that | knew
I'd done. The papers printed some
things l didn't see and didn't do And
they didn't agree with each other"
NO." said Cathal. "Have you what
you wrote?"
''In my ROOM" And she arose. I'll
be right back"
In her room she bent before her
desk, and pulled out the drawer con-
tanning her own intimate. sentiment
tai miscellany.
She remembered now, when she had
started to tuck in with this medley the
record of her meeting with Myrtle
Lorrie, she had stopped, restrained by
the feeling that this memorandum was
utterly alien and communicating to the
other contents of the drawer. But she
had no safer repository; and so she
had thrust it under the other things
She withdrew it with no such ex-
Offense at its utter strange
ness. Myrtle. into whose life Agnes
Gleneith had stumbled. was no woman
apart. This evening, in New York,
might her father be seeking some
of Myrtle?
And what of Jeb twenty years from
now, or sixteen years or much less,
if he exhausted his happiness with
her sooner?
How, actually, had Jeb offered him.
self?
He'd give her all; and she'd give
him all. Together, while their cup con-
tented them, they'd tip it up and drain
it to the last drop of mutual emotion
And then he would turn to some 9th.
er woman? And what would she do?
Il don't know Glen; and neither do
you. And l don't care-nor do you
if we first have everything from each
other"
But she did care.
She shifted In the drawer one of
jobs impetuous, exciting letters; and
she touched for an instant, and al
most with a~caress, the envelope which
Rod had addressed to her; and her
mind chung to its quieter yet strange
ly stirring contents.
She closed the drawer and took
downstairs the paper which preserved
her impressions Of that apartment
wherein Myrtle had seized upon her.
Cathal arose to receive from Agnes
the paper she had brought him; and
he remained standing In the center
of the room as he read.
Agnes had dated the paper, and at
the top had written why she was re-
cording, at that time, exactly what
she had seen and heard and done; and
why she had done what she had.
Cathal could catch its Importance
to his client and at the same time
look through this writing deep into
the revelation of the nature of the
girl who was watching him read How
impossible to dissemble when one
writes upon a page!
Cathal had not seen Agnes writ
ing before; and he looked up from
this page she had written, and real
lied as he had not, her naivete
1t multiplied in him the most pow
erful a mans instincts-most powerful
In some men-to protect a woman
in her innocence. To protect? To
possess her, that was.
God help you, Cathal!" Winnie
would have cried with dread and fear
for him. could she have seen him look
up, from Agnes memorandum, to
Agnes.
Agnes mother did see him; but
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