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The reminiscent: feeling was now
more than ever strong, more insistent,
The old saw failed: for once history
was retelling a famillar chapter. All
that she was apprehending, emotion-
ally or through sensory perception,
WAS mere repetition--all this she had
known before,
Precisely as now had Mario carried
her down the stalrs of the burning
tenement, Once more Mario lifted her
Into a waiting motor-car, shut the door
and, as the driver jockeyed a way
through the mob, gathered her ten-
derly into his arms. .
Or was it Leonora to whom these
things had one time happened and now
were happening again?
Was this too a dream?
Without one regret she resigned her-
self to the dominion of dream: and
ability to discriminate between fllusion
and actuality lapsed into unlamented
abeyance. So with sense of personal-
“Dear Wife”
was confusion, but it was
consequence ; whether Leonora
there
Streets mean and grim dissolved as
road like a tunnel, roofed and walled
with leaves whose silhouettes in the
painted an earthly green... . Then
In the ghostly crepuscle of early dawn
their way wound through wilderness
hills that reared desolate heads to a
wan, cold sky. . . . And the world was
aflame with the red blaze of sunrise
when she was lifted up, borne across
a veranda, through a living room to a
bedchamber, and there put down upon
a bed.
Mario, standing over her, had a face
worn and gray with weariness. Near.
by a maid walted, a comely creature
of middle age whose countenance of
kindly cast was blurred with the stu-
pidity of slumbers untimely broken.
The man instructed this one In a
flat, dull volce:
“You will undress madame, please,
and put her to bed. She will sleep
late, I think; she has had a terrible
adventure and is quite worn out: but
should she awaken before 1 do, tell
Hamanaka to call me instantly,”
He knelt and pressed his lips to
Priscilla’s, to her forehead, her leaden
eyelids, her languid hands.
“Dear heart of mine”
mured . “dear wife . . .
He rose. Like one walking In sleep
he left the room.
CHAPTER TEN
The Day of Reckoning.
I. THE BUNGALOW.
On entering the living room she
heard a clock strike. Immediately she
paused, counting.
Eight chimes died singing In the
scented evening hush: but she did not
stir, her pose remained that of one
arrested sharply In some act of charm-
Ing stealth, smo delicately poised in
spprehensiveness she seemed scarcely
to touch the floor. The room was
quiet, dim with shadows, but for her.
self untenanted.
A slight sound drew her attention.
8he discovered a dining room beyond
the living room. Soft-footed, a Japa-
nese boy in white linen appeared, ear.
rying two candelabra of three hrunches
each, and vanished after placing them
upon the round dining table, where
their rich light foll softly on lustrous
napery, burnished silver, an iridescent
bowl of cut glacs filled with burning
roses.
She remarked that there were places
sat for two,
he mur
”
®
Her regard reverted to the living
room. She thought it delightful in ev-
ery detail of its unpretentious luxury.
Riches alone could never have cre
ated it. The wood fire ready laid in
the fleldstone fireplace would present-
ly be grateful; already there was a
hint of chill in the aromatic, rare alr
of the hills,
She moved aimlessly to the middle
of the room and paused again. A long
breath sighed on her lips. As she
turned uneasily toward the veranda
a duplication of the gesture made her
aware of a mirror on the wall oppo-
site. She inspected herself gravely,
She had waked up without a shad-
ow of doubt upon her understanding;
she recalled without a break every
link in the chain of events which had
brought her to this place; she was
acutely conscioum of her anomalous
position in this household, profoundly
disturbed . . .
A remote droning noise crept into
the stillness of the evening so gradual
ly that she noted it without any as
tonishment ; but when, gaining in vol.
ume, it became recognizable as the
sustained growl of a motorcar rapidly
climbing the mountain road, she began
to tremble,
The car swept swiftly across the far
gide of the clearing, swung into the
drive that led to the garage. and dis.
appeared. The throbbing of its motor
was stilled. Impatient footsteps sonnd
ed on the gravel walk.
Her body was vibrating now
reed. Almost the Impulse was
strong than her will, to fly
refuse
to him
face
fo see or speak
How him and
How break his heart?
And not his alone
Running up the steps to the veranda
could she
waiting In the shadows
to her in the name of
not reply. Men
her attitude at
this meeting proved
She had meant to gunrd sgainst
his arms with a respect, an authority,
her
and cried out
She” could
he saw
Leonora
what
should be value
and powerless before she
could lift a hand or
syllable of protest. The
his kisses, the murmuring of his voice
were overpowering. The quickened tu.
mult of her pulses was like the storm
ing of a strong surf.
him
Stunned, quivering, hu
miliated, she found that she had some
how put him from her.
The pained perplexity In his gaze cut
like a knife. She turned aside. that
she might not sae | .
“Forgive me.” he begged. “I have
been Inconsiderate, thoughtless, in the
Joy of having you restored to me!
Forgive"
“There is nothing to forgive” she
interrupted. “You've done nothing
that wasn't right and natural. Only . .
Oh! How can I make you understand?"
He gave a helpless gesture. “Tell
me what you wish me to understand.
I will try. 1 love you so , . ."
Touched, she sought to smile kindly
through her tears. “Give me a mo-
ment,” she pieaded tremulous hands
busy with the disarray of her hair—
“give me a little time, Mario"
The mellow booming of a tubular
gong sounded. Mario turned impa-
tleutly. Bowling and smiling, the Jap-
anese boy stood in the entrance to the
dining room.
“Dinner is served”
By a resolute effort she succeeded
in composing face and manner. Mario
maintained an inquiring attitude, def-
erential, puzzied, hurt. Somehow she
articulate
She loved
breathless,
contrived to
him the more.
“Do something for me, Mario . . .
“You know you need but ask”
“Let us have dinner. I think—I'm
sure I'm hungry. And let us not talk
during dinner; let's pretend nothing
has happened. Afterward, I promise
you . ,
“But it shall be as
course I"
"
you wish-—of
Il. THE IMPOSSIBLE.
She thought: never was there a
meal more difficult, consumed under
stranger circumstances in an atmos
phere of greater constraint, never had
two people broken bread together hav-
ing more to say to each other and
leaving more uneald,
Opposite her, Mario barely tasted
the dishes set before him. The care.
worn eyes in that dark, ascetic face
watched her constantly if covertly. If
she looked up from her plate, he dis-
sembled studiously, his smile flashed
eagerly. She was none the less con-
sclous of his anxious expression when
she was not looking-—aware and dis-
tressed, .
"You slept well? he inquired,
She smiled: “Famously I"
“I am glad. You show the benefit. 1
think you are even more beautiful
than you were, thore pale, perhaps,
but-—how does one say it t-—spirituelle,
But it may be I am not a fair Judge;
tonight T am so happy, 1 see all things
conleur de rose”
His lean brown hand stole across
the cloth to eover hers for a moment.
“And you-are you not glad, dear, to
be home with me once more?”
-
She sald, with difficulty, in a low
voice, looking down at her plate:
“I am glad to be with you, Mario.”
It was true: In spite of everything,
she was strangely glad. But it was
wrong of her to say so.
“I myself slept till noon,” he volun-
teered. “Then 1 walted and waited
for you to wake up, but you were
sleeping like a child, you never stirred ;
one had not the heart to disturb you.
Then, when It got so late, and I could
no longer put off going down into the
valley, I gave Martha instructions not
to leave your bedside till 1 returned
or you awakened.”
She wondered: “Why?
“I was afrald, I dared
anything to chance. One not
foretell fn what condition would
wike up. If anything had happened
I think another disappearance
would have driven me insane
She avoided his and asked,
rather mechanically, more to Bay
something than out of desire to know :
not leave
could
you
eves
the valiey?
“To telegraph New York and call off
the detectives I had employed to look
for you. Also to tell the villagers you
were safely found, and thank
They were most kind, those good
ple; fully half a hundred of
stayed up all night with me,
them
rO-
them
while
gearched the woods: and though many
wink of sleep, thes
vesterday after
i An
to seek New York"
ded of the sad futility of
you 11
Thus rem
irch, she was ton deeply lig
1 to wonder
vhy he could not
has t to the will
have
The
the
clephoned
living room It was now
dark, and the al
keen The
windows
the
quite
though
fire was
the
but
closed ¢
Liners ino
suming
and door were not
and acrid smell of wood
smoke
faintly
blended
pungent perfume of the pines
Mario
pleasantly with the
for
cush
placed aun chair
Priscilla, made it easier with
for her back and bead
her cigarettes—and showed
when she refused
for and threw Hit
knell down
his elbows on its
and capturing one of her hands
She tried to herself against
the weakness of the flesh, the protests
of her affections, the enervation of her
sympathies reminding herself she
must be cruel to be kind. But it was
enxy
fons
surpr ise
them«-lighted
himself away
beside
resting
steed
didn’t care
The mere contact of his hand thrilled
her heart to a faster tempo, quickening
breath and pulses, affected all her be-
tremors of fear and glad
made her infirm and weak of
purpose She had for him only a
pathetic apology for a smile, a foriorn
little shake of her head.
A deeper concern shadowed his face.
He asked tenderly : “What is it. dear?
You must tell me . "
“It's going to be mo hard” she sald
reductantly, “to say what I must I
can’t think how to begin, except In
the bluntest way.”
“Do not be afraid. Tell me frankly
how I have failed you, in what respect
I have fallen short"
“But you haven't!”
“Then what it was I did to make
you run away from me.”
“T'tn sure you could have done noth-
ing"
“Still, you ran away”
“No—1 didn't.”
He remonstrated
nora !”
“I'm not,” she declared desperately
-“I'm mot Leonora.”
“What!”
“I am not your wife, Mario”
“One moment . . . " Clouded with
doubt, his eyes challenged the candor
of hers, but found it flawless. At a
loss—“What are you saying? be mut-
tered,
“The truth,” she affirmed.
sorry. Mario, 80 sorry"
“But 1 don’t understand . , .*
She sat up, closing his hand within
her own,
“I'm so sorry,” she iterated—‘but I
must tell you, I can’t avoid telling you:
Leonora is dead.”
He disengaged his’ hand and stood
up sharply.
“Leonora I” ‘
“Is dead. She was killed day be
fore yesterday—-"
“Are you out of your mind? Or am
I”
“Please listen—don’t make it any
harder than it is. Carnehan murdered
Leonora while you were away, in town,
You see, he wasn't killed in the fire,
after all<he's alive. The identifica
tion of the body as his was a mistake
==or a ruse to further his escape, 1
saw him Inst night. He was in that
place"
“1 know Carnehan Is not dead. But
what Is this nonsense you are trying
to tell me?"
She repeated: “He killed Leonora.
He wet her"
The man gave a gesture of exaspera-
tion,
“But one of us is mad!”
“No, Mario” she sald gently —
“neither of us"
“But T sce you~with my own eyes
sharply: “Leo
“Oh, I'm
I ses you sitting there, telling me this
atrocious thing, that you are dead!”
“Not I, but Leonorg-"
“Bui you are Leonora!”
“I tried, to begin with, to tell yon
I wasn't”
“But 1 see
you"
“It's
Leonora-
you—1 tell you, I see
true, 1 look
+"
beldeve, 1
ly. “You are her!”
tiently. “Please, Mario,
to me before you question my sanity™
He was briefly silent, In a dazed
stare, then made a sign of {mpatient
deference to her wish, on,” he
bade her thickly.
“Go
from him by dint of repetition:
nora is dead. While you were away
day before yesterday, Carnehan found
her here and killed her”
“How could that be, and
ants not know?
“1 only tell yon what
don't imagine Carnehan
the
I know, I
came to the
her, or met her by some accident. In
the woods, I think Leonora was rest.
less and lonely, unhappy without you,
and wandered away during the after
perhaps walked down the rosd
you. df you
you promised to be home
dinner. And that gave Carne
nity for revenge. He
noon,
tec meet
led her—1 don’t
nilieqg i 0
threw her body into a
hows
“Enough” Marlo silenced her say-
“It Is not your sanity
faith
to me so abomins’
Mario!”
make you believe!
why should you
what have I done,
you, that you should
heart !"
“1 would
I ques
How cun
iy ?™
but
you lie
“Ah,
tion, your good
she uttered sadly
“Bat wish to?
how injured
wish to break
rather mine broke, if ft
you this suffering”
He rounded on her in a fury which
subsided as he perceived anew the un-
honesty of her counte
would save
impeachable
nance,
“Your voice is sincere,” he protested
is kind
the testimony
hear 1
can I
BORON
ut how accept
when 1
You do not love me”
you
if she attempted to answer
¢
taal.
“You no longer love me.” he insisted,
“You thought you
Then, at the
to lose yourself from
me in that life from which—in my
vanity, 1 thought-—my love had saved
you”
Melancholy yielded to a surge of In-
dignation. “And when I find you there,
in that vile den, in peril of your Iife,
you thank me by making up this pre
Ray
“But | See You—With My Own Eyes
* You Sitting There, Telling Me This
Atrocious Thing That You Are
Dead.”
posterous tale, with your own tongue
you tell me to my face you are dead,
you attempt to deny the fact of your
own existence! What am I to belleve.
then? That you are a vision, a crea.
ture of my Imagination, a ghost? Ah,
have done! A child would not ate
tempt a deception so transparent.”
“Oh, 1 am sorry, so sorry, Marip!™
"The artlessness of that reiterated
ory brought him back.
“If that is so, If you wish me to be
lieve you are sorry--then let us have
an ond ‘of this madness: admit you
are my wife”
She could only shake her head. . .
He brooded with a fixed and sullen
(TO BE CONTINUED,
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WANTS OWN FARM
I—————
Why One Youth Secks the Land
of Opportunity.
Beckoning Hands of Independence and
Wealth Stretch Out From Western
Canada to Those Who Have
Faith and Courage.
Strolling around the exhibit room of
the Canadian govertment office in St
Paul, studying the grain, and picking
Up an odd piece or two of literature
describing farming spd Its results in
Western Canada, a dapper, well-built,
strapping six-footer sald to the man-
ager, “I've been having a grand whirl
of living for the past few years. |
work on my uncle's farm in
lowa. 1 heard of the big fat pay en-
veélopes that the city chaps were get.
Ung every week. 1 went to the city,
aud 1 began getting them, too. 1 had
~—théaters, dinners, swell clothes and
1 surely saw a lot of that life
&ud secretly wanted to
“But I'm driven to earth now. I'm
still working, but the pay envelope is
thinner. Not steadily, yom
know, and I sort of miss those silk-
shirt times. I went to Western Can-
once, and 1 think I'll make an-
working
“1 was up there five years ago. 1
money, and lots of it: 1 want
to be my own boss, but { haven't much
coin to start with. 1 want to get into
that class that don’t have to worry
about a ‘buck’ or so. 1 know fellows
out there iu Canada who went there,
& few years ago, got a quarter section
some homesteaded and some bought
und they are well
A number of the
on easy payments-
off today,
my
from a single crop. 1
successful as
to try.”
He wanted to talk
WEE =»
boys from
for their lands
may not be as
but I want
own state paid
they were
, and the mz
god listener. He
*1 want to have my own home,
raise my own ‘cattle: I want
poultry, and
Can I get a market?”
He was assured that he could,
that be could get a decen
to thrash every fall
“You know,” he sald
ers on five-hundred.doll
ager
continued :
and
hogs and
sell,
and eggs to
milk
and
sized crop
» farm-
ar-at-acre land
reasoning leads
I can grow gs many
dollars an acre from that che aper land
in Western Canada.’
This period of semi-ui caus.
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in the past. The desire for personal
and financial Independence is grow-
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the land itself.
During the era
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he wanted his
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good farming wild be bought
in Canada at four dollars an acre, but
as the demand increased and its pro-
my
me to belleve that
rest is
Secure
wealth is
That is the solution
of high prices, there
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He
decades
pO
must
beyond
seek
Inand
undue inflation,
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higher price In Western Canada. To
$18 to $25 an acre; Improved, at $30
The productive value is almost be-
The reports® of those
personal freedom, are avaliable and
can be secured on application.
It is apparent that this last big
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