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THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURQ. PA.
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nowadays that It Is extremoly
cult to tell which Is switch.
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C'hullU Wrandull In founil nmrdermj In
Burton Inn nnr Now York. Mn. Wran
dall Lm mmiinnned from the city to Identify
th body. Wrandall. It a)ioar, had lad
a Kay Ufa and miKlocted hla wife.
CHAPTER I. Continued.
"I'm not so sure of It," laid tho cor
oner, shaking bis bend. "I bave a
follng that she Isn't ono of tho ordi
nary type. It wouldn't surprise rao 1'
she belongs to well, you might say
the upper ton. Somebody's wife, don't
yon see. That will make It rather dif
ficult, especially as bar tracks bave
been pretty well covered."
"It boats me, how she got sway
without leaving a slnglo sign behind
her," acknowledged tho sheriff. "She's
a wonder, that's all I've get to say."
At that Instant the door openod end
Mrs. Wrandull appeared. She stopped
short, confronting the cuddled group,
dry-eyed but as pallid as a ghost Her
eyes were wide, apparently unsoelng;
ber colorless lips were parted In the
drawn rigidity thut suggested but one
thing to tho professional man who
looks: tho "rlsls sardonlcus" of the
strychnno victim. With a low cry,
the doctor started forward, fully con
vinced that she had swallowed the
deadly drug.
"For God's sake, nindain," he began,
Hut as bo spoke ber expression
changed; she seemed to be aware of
their presence for tho first time. Her
eyes narrowed In a curious manner,
and the rigid lips seemed to surge
with blood, presenting the effect of a
queer, swift fading emtio that lingered
long after her face was set and seri
ous. "I neglected to ralso the window, Dr.
Bbeef," she said in a low voice, "it
was very cold in there." She shivered
slightly. "Will you be so kind as to
tell me what I am to do nowt What
formalities remain for me"
The coroner was at ber side. 'Time
enough for that, Mrs. Wrandull. Tbe
first thing you aro to do is to take
something warm to drink, and pull
yourself together a bit"
She drew herself up coldly. "I am
quite myself, Dr. Sheef. Pray do not
alarm yourself on my account. I ahull
be obliged to you, however, If you will
tell me what I am to do as speedily as
possible, and let me do it so that I
may leave this this unhappy place
without delay. No! I mean it, sir.
I am going tonight unless, of course,"
she said, with a quick look at the sher
iff, "the luw stands in the way."
"You are at liberty to come and go
as you pleaso, Mrs. Wrandull." said the
sheriff, "but It Is most foolhardy to
think of"
"Thank you, Mr. Sheriff," she said,
"for letting me go. I thought perhaps
there might be legal restraint." She
eeut a swift glance over ber shoulder,
and then spoke In a high, shrill voice,
Indicative of extreme dread aud uneas
iness: "Close t!:e door to that room!"
The door was standiug wide open,
JUBt as she bad left it. Startled, tbe
coroner's deputy sprang forward to
close It. Involuntarily, ull of her lis
teners looked In the direction of the
room, as If expecting to see the form
of the murdered man advancing upon
them. The feeling, swiftly gone, was
moBt uncanny.
"Close It from the Inside," com
manded the coroner, with unmistaka
ble emphasis. Tho muu hesitated, and
then did as he was ordered, but' not
without a curious look at the wife of
the dead man, whose back was toward
him.
"Ho will not find anything disturbed,
doctor," said she, divining his thought.
"I bad the feeling that something was
creeping toward us out of that room."
"You have every reason to be nerv
ous, madam. The situation has been
most extraordinary most trying,"
said the coroner. "I beg of you to
come downstairs, where we may at
tend to a few necessary details with
out delay. It has been a most fa
tiguing matter for all of us. Hours
without sleep, and such wretched
weather."
They descended to the warm little
reception room. Sho sent at once for
the Inn keeper, who came In aud glow
ered at her as if she were wholly re
sponsible for the blight that bad been
. put upon bis place.
"Wlll you be good enough to send
some one to the station wltli me In
your depot wagon?" she demanded
without hesitation.
lie stared. "We don't run a 'bus
In the winter time," he said, gruffly.
Sho opened the little chatelaine bag
that bung from her wrist and abstract
ed a card which sho submitted to the
coroner.
"You will find, Doctor Sheef, that the
car my husband came up bore In be
longs to me. This Is the card Issued
by the stato. It is in my name. The
factory number Is there. You may
compare It with the one on the car.
'My husband took the car without ob
taining my consent."
"Joy riding," said Burton, with an
ugly laugh. Then he quailed before
the look she gave him.
"If no other means Is offered, Doc
tor Sheef, I shall ask you to let me
take the car. ' I am porfectly capable
of driving. I bave driven it In the
country for two seasons. All I ask Is
that some one be directed to go with
mo to the station. No! Better than
that, If there Is some one here who is
willing to accompany me to the city,
ha shall be handsomely paid for going.
It Is but little more than 30 miles. I
refuse to spend tbe night In this
bouse. That Is final."
They drew apart to confer, lonvlng
ber sitting before tbe Ore, a stark fig'
ure that seemed to detach Itself en
tlrely from Its surroundings and their
companionship. At last tho coroner
enme to her side and touched her arm.
"I don't know what the district at
torney and tbe police will say to it.
Mrs. Wrandall, but I shall tako it upon
'.myself to deliver tho cur to you. Tbe
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sheriff has gone out to compare the
numbers. If be finds that the car Is
yours, he will see to It, with Mr.
Drake, that It Is made ready for you.
I take It that we will have no difficulty
In" He hesitated, at a loss for
words.
"In finding It again In case you need
It for evidence?" she supplied. He
nodded. "I shall make It a point, Doc
tor Sheef, to present the car to the
state after It has servod my purpose
tonight. I shall not rldo to It again."
"The sheriff has a man who will
ride with you to tbe station or tho
city, whichever you may elect Now,
may I trouble you to make answer to
certain questions I shall write out for
you at once? The man Is Cballls
Wrandall, your husband? You are
positive?"
"I am positive. He Is or was
Cballls Wrandall."
Half an hour later she was ready for
the trip to New York city. The clock
In the office marked tho hour as one.
A toddled Individual In a great buffa
lo coat waited for ber outside, hic
coughing and bandying jest with the
half trozen men who hnd spent the
night with blm In tho forlorn hope of
finding tho girl.
Mrs. Wrandall gave final Instruc
tions to the coroner and his deputy.
who happened to be tho undertaker's
assistant She had answered all the
questions that had been put to her.
and bad signed the document with a
firm, untrembllng hand. Her veil bad
been lowered since the beginning of
the examination. They did not see
her face; they only heard tbe calm,
low voico, sweet with fatigue and
dread.
"I shall notify my brother-in-law as
soon as I reach the city," she said.
He will attend to everything. Mr.
Leslie Wrandall, I mean. My bus-
band's only brother. He will be here
in the morning, Doctor Sheef. My own
apartment is not open. I have been
staying In a hotel since my return
from Kurope two days ago. But I
shall attend to tbe opening of the
place tomorrow. You will And me
there."
The coroner hesitated a moment be
fore putting the question that bad
come to his mind as she spoke.
"Two days ago, mhdam? May I In
quire where your husband has been
living during your absence abroad?
When did you last see him alive?"
She did not reply for many sec
onds, and then It was with a percepti
ble effort.
"I have not seen him since my re
turn until tonight," she replied, a
hoarse note creeping Into her voice.
He did not meet me on my return.
Ills brother Leslie came to the dock.
He he said that Challls, who came
back from Kurope two weeks ahead
of me, had been called to St. Louis on
very important business. My husband
had been living at bis club, I under
stand. That Is all I can tell you, sir."
"I see," said the coroner, gently.
He opened the door for her and she
passed out. A number of men were
grouped about , the throbbing motor
car. Ihey full away as she ap
proached, silently fading Into the
shadows, like so many vast, unwhole
some ghosts. The sheriff and Drake
camo forward.
"This man will go with you, ma
dam," said the sheriff, pointing to an
unsteady figure beside tbe mnchlne.
"He is the only one who will under
take It. They're all played out, you
see. He has been drinking, but only
on account of the hardships ho has
undergone tonight. You will be quite
safe with Morley."
No snow was falling, but a bleak
wind blew meanly. The air was free
from particles of sleet; wctly the fall
of the night clung to the earth where
it had fallen.
"If he will guide me to the Post-
road, Unit Is all I ask," said sho hur
riedly. Involuntarily she glanced up-
"This Man Will Go With You, Madam,"
Said the Sheriff.
ward. The curtains In an upstairs
window were blowing inward aud a
dim light shone out upon the roof of
the porch. Sho shuddered and then
climbed -up to the seat and took her
place at tho wheel
A few momenta later the three men
standing In the middle of the road
watched the car as It rushed away.
"By George, she's a wonder!" said
tho sheriff.
CHAPTER II.
The Passing of a Night.
The sheriff was right Sara Wran
dall was an extraordinary woman, If
I nmy be permitted to modify bis rath
er crude cstlmato of her. It Is difficult
to understand, much less describo a
nature like hers. Flno-mlnded, gently
bred women who can go through an
ordeal such as she experienced with
out breaking under the Btrnln are rare
Indeed. They must be wonderful. It
Is bard to Imagine a more heartbreak
ing crh.ls in life than tbe one wblcb
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Georefe Barr MCutcheon
or cVRcf&AM mcurcw&vr: copyvcfr,r?a by podd, mead & cqmwiy
confronted ber on this dreadful night,
and yet she faced It with a fortitude
that seems almost unholy.
She bad loved ber handsome, way
ward husband. He bad burt ber deep
ly more times than she chose to re
member during tbe six years of their
married life, but she bad loved blm
In spite of the wounds up to tbe in
stant when she stood beside bis dead
body In tbe cold little room at Bur
ton's Inn. She went there loving him
as he had lived, yet prepared, almost
foresworn, to loathe blm as be bad
died, and she left him lying there
alone In that dreary room without a
spark of tbe old affection In ber soul.
Hor love for him died In giving birth
to the hatred that now possessed ber.
While be lived It was not In her pow
er to control the unreasoning, resist
less thing that stands for love in wom
an; be was ber lover, the master of
ber Impulses. Dead, be was an un
wholesome, unlovely clod, a pallid
thing to be scorned, a hulk of worth
less clay Ills blood was cold. He
could no longer warm her with it; it
could no longer kill the chill that bis
misdeeds cai t about bor tender sensi
tiveness; his Hps and eyes never more
could smile and conquer. He was a
dead thing. Her love was a dead
thing. They lay separate and apart.
Tho tlo was broken. With love died
tbe final spark of respect she had left
for him In her tired, loyal, betrayed
heart. He was at last a tblu? to be
despised, even by ber. She despised
him.
She sent the car down tbe slope and
across the moonless valley with small
regard for ber own or her compan
ion's safety. It swerved from side to
sldo, skidded and leaped with terri
fying suddenness, but held Its way as
straight as the bird that files, driven
by a steady band and a mind that bad
no thought for peril. A Bober man at
ber side would bave been afraid; this
man swayed nsjjdly to and fro and
chuckled with drunken glee.
Her bitter thoughts were not of tbe
dead man back there, but of tbe Mrs
years that she was to bury with blm;
years that would never pass beyond
her ken, that would never die. He
had loved ber In his wild, ruthless
way. He bad left her times without
number In tbe years gone by, but be
had always come back, gaily uncbaa
tened, to remold the love that waited
with dogllko fidelity for the touch of
his cunning hand. But he bad taken
his lust flight. He would not come
back again. It was all over. Once too
often be bad tried his reckless wings.
She would not have to forgive him
again. Uppermost In her mind was
the curiously restful thought that his
troubles were over, and with them her
own. A hand less forgiving man ners
hnd struck blm dead.
Somehow, she euvled the woman to
whom that hand belonged. It bad
been ber divine right to kill, and yet
another took It from her.
Back there at tbe Inn she bad said
to tbe astonished sheriff:
"Poor thing. If she can escape pun
ishment for this, let It be so. I shall
not help the law to kill ber simply
because she took It in ber own hands
to pay that man what she owed blm.
I shall not be tbe one to say that he
did not deserve death at hor bands,
whoever she may be. No, I shall offer
no reward. If you catch her, I shall
be sorry for her, Mr. Sheriff. Bollove
me, I bear her no grudge."
"But she robbed blm," the sheriff
had cried.
"From my point of view, Mr. Sher
iff, that hasn't anything to do with the
case," was ber significant reply.
"Of course, I am not defending
him."
"Nor am I defending her," she had
retorted. "It would appear that she Is
ablo to defend herself."
Now, on the cold, trackless road, sho
was saying to herself that Bhe did
have a grudge against the woman
who had destroyed the lifo that be
longed to her, who had killed the
thing that was hers to kill. She could
not mourn for blm. She could only
wonder what the poor, hunted, ter
rified creature would do whon taken
and made to pay for the thing she had
done.
Once, In the course of her bitter re
flections, she spoke aloud in a shrill,
tense voice, forgetful of the presence
of the man beside her:
"Thank God they will see blm now
as I have Been him all these years.
They will know him as they have
never known him. Thank God for
that!"
Tho man looked at ber stupidly and
muttered something under his breath.
She heard him, and recalling her wltB,
asked which turn she was to take for
the station. The fellow lopped back
in the seat, too drunk to reply.
For a moment she was dismayed,
frightened. Then Bhe resolutely
reached out and shook him by the
shoulder. She had brought the car
to a full stop.
"Arouse yourself, man!" she cried.
"Do you -want to freeze to death?
Where Is the station?"
He straightened up with an effort,
and. after vainly seeking light in the
darkness, fell back again with a grunt,
but managed to wave his band toward
the left. She took the chance. In
five minutes Bhe brought tbe car to a
standstill beside the station. Through
the window she saw a man with bis
feet cocked high, reading. 'He leaped
to his feet In amazement as she en
tered the waiting-room.
"Are you the agent?" Bhe demanded.
"No, ma'am. I'm simply staying
here for the sheriff. Wo're looking for
a woman say!" He stopped short
and stared at the veiled face with
wide, excited eyes. "Gee whiz! May
be you"
"No, I am not the woman you want.
Do you know anything about the
trains?"
"I guess I'll telephone to the she?
befora I"
"If you will step outside you will
find one of the sheriff's deputies In my
automobile, helplessly Intoxicated. I
am Mrs. Wrandall."
"Oh," be gasped. "I beard 'em say
you were coming up tonight. Well,
say I Wtat do you think of "
"In there a train In before morning?"
"No, ma'am. Seven-forty Is tbe
first"
She walled a moment. "Then I shall
have to ask you to come out and get
your fellow-deputy. Ho Is useless to
me. I mean to go on In tbe machine.
Tbe sheriff understands."
The fellow hesitated.
"I cannot take blm with me, and he
will freeze to death If I leave him In
tho road. Will you come?"
Tbe man stared at ber.
"Say, Is It your husband r he
asked agape.
She nodded her bead.
"Well, I'll go out and have a look
at the fellow you've got with you,"
he said, still doubtful.
She stood In the door while he
She Knew This Was the Woman.
crossed over to the car and peered at
the face of tbe sleeper.
"Stevo Morley." he said. "Fullor'n
a goat."
"Please removo him from the car,"
she directed.
Later on, as be stood looking down
at the Inert figure In the big rocking
chair, and panting from his labors, be
heard bor say patiently:
"And now will you be so good as to
direct me to the Post-road."
He scratched his head. "This Is
mighty queer, the whole business," he
declared, assailed by doubts. "Sup
pose you are not Mrs. Wrandall, but
tbe other one. What then?"
As If In answer to bis question, the
man Morley opened his blear-eyes and
tried to get to bis feet
"What what are we doln' here, Mis'
Wran'all? Wha's up?"
"Stay where you are, Steve," said
the other. "It's all right" Then he
went forth and pointed the way to
her. "It's a long ways to Columbus
Circle," he said. "I don't envy you the
trip. Keep straight ahead after you
hit the Post-road." He stood there
listening until the wblr of the motor
was lOBt In the distance. "She'll never
make it," he said to himself. "It's
more than a strong man could do on
roads like these. She must be crazy."
Coming to the Post-road, she In
creased the speed of the car, with the
Bharp wind behind her, her eyes in
tent on the white stretch that leaped
up In front of tho lamps like a blank
wall beyond which there was nothing
but donee oblivion. But for the fact
that she knew that 'this road ran
straight and unobstructed Into tho out
skirts of New York, she might huve
lost courage and decision. The natural
confidence of an experienced driver
was hers. She had the daring of one
who has never met with an accident,
and who trusts to the instincts rather
than to an actual understanding of
conditions. With her, it was not a
question of hor own capacity and
strength, but a belief In the fidelity of
the engine that carried her forward.
It had not occurred to ber that the
tnsk of guiding that heavy, swerving
thing through the unbroken road wbb
something beyond her powers of en
durance. She often had driven It a
hundred miles and more without rest
ing, or without loBlng zest in the en
terprise; then why should she fear
the small matter of 30 miles, even un
der the most trying of conditions?
Sharply there came to ber mind tho
question: was she the only one abroad
In this black little world? What of
the other woman? Tho one who was
being hunted? Where was she? And
what of the ghost at her heols?
The car bounded over a railroad
crossing. She recalled the directions
given by the man at the station and
hastily applied the brako. There was
another and more dangerous crossing
a hundred yards ahead. She had been
warned particularly to take it care
fully, as there was a sharp curve In
tho road beyond.
Suddenly she Jammed down the
emergency brake, a startled exclama
tion falling from her lips. Not 20
feet ahead, In the middle of the road
and directly In line with the light of
the lamps, stood a black,' motionless
figure the figure of a woman whose
head was lowered and whose arms
hung limply nt hor sides.
The woman In the car bent forward
over the wheel, staring hard. Many
seconds passed. At last the forlorn
object In the roadway lifted her face
and looked vacantly Into the glare of
the lamps. Her eyes were wide-open,
her face a ghastly white.
"God in heaven!" struggled from the
stiffening Hps of Sara Wrandall. Her
fingers tightened on the wheel.
She knew. This was the woman!
The long brown ulster; the limp,
fluttering veil? "A woman about your
size and flguro," tho BhcrllT hud said.
The figure swayed and then moved
a few steps forward. Blinded by the
lights, sho bent ber bead and shielded
her eyes with ber hand the better to
glimpse the occupant of the car.
"Are you looking for mo?" sho cried
out shrilly, at tbe same time spread
ing her arms as if in surrender. It
was almost a wall.
Mrs. Wrandall caught her breath.
Her heart began to beat once more.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
Bho cried out, without knowing what
she said.
The girl started. She had not ex
pected to hear tho voice of a woman.'
She staggered to tho Bide of tho road,
out of the line of light.
"I I beg your pardon," she cried
It was like a wall of disappointment
"I am sorry to bave Btopped you."
"Come here," commanded the other,
still staring.
The unsteady figure advanced. Halt
ing beBldo the car, sho leaned across
the spnre tires and gazed Into the
eyes of tho driver. Their faces wero
not more than a foot apart, their eyes
were narrowed In tense scrutiny.
"What do you want?" repeated Mrs.
Wrandall, ber voice hoarse and trem
ulous. "I am looking for an inn. It must
be near by. I do " J
"An inn?" with a start.
"I do not recall tho name. It Is not
far from a village, in the hills."
"Do you mean Burton's?"
"Yes. That's It. Con you direct
me?" The voice of the girl was faint;
she seemed about to fall.
"It Is six or eight miles from here,"
said Mrs. Wrandall, still looking In
wonder nt the miserable nlght-farer.
The girl's head sank; a moan of de
spair came through her Hps, ending In
a cob.
"So far as that?" she murmured.
Then she drew herself up with a fine
show of resolution. "But I must not
stop here. Thank you."
"Walt!" cried the other. The girl
turned to her oura more. "Is Is It
a matter of life or death?"
Thero was a long silence. "Yes. 1
must find my way there. It Is death."
Sura Wrandall laid her heavily
gloved linnd on tbe slim fingers that
touched the tire.
"Listen to me," she said, a shrill
note of resolve ringing In her voice.
"I am going to New York. Won't
you let me tako you with me?"
Tho girl drew bnck, wonder and ap
prehension struggling for the mastery
of her eyes.
"But I am bound the other way. To
tho Inn. I must go on."
"Come with mo," snld Sara Wrandall
firmly. "You must not go back thero.
I know what has happened there.
Come! I will take cure of you. You
must not go to tho Inn."
"You know?" faltered the girl.
"Yes. You poor thing!" There was
Infinite pity In her voice.
The irl laid her head on her arms.
Mrs. Wrandall sat above her, look
ing down, held mute by warring emo
tions. Tho Imposslblo had come to
pass. The girl for whom the whole
world would be searching In a day or
two, had stepped out of the unknown
and, by the most whimsical Jest of
fato, Into the custody of the one per
son most Interested of all In that self
same world. It was unbelievable. She
wondered If It were not a dream, or
the hallucination of an overwrought
mind. Spurred by the sudden doubt
ar to tho reality of the object before
her, she stretched out her hand aud
touched tho girl's shoulder.
InBtantly she looked up. Her fin
gers sought the friendly baud and
clasped It tightly.
"Oh, if you will only take me to the
city with you! If you only give me
the chance," Bho cried hoarsely. "I
don't know what Impulse was driv
ing mo bark there. I only know I
could not help myself. You renlly
?J 1 t V
WITH THE BREAK OF DAWN
Birth of a New Day at Seen and De
scribed by One Who Had the
Vision of tha Poet
As we proceeded, the timid approach
of twilight became uioro perceptible,
the Intcnso blue of the sky began to
soften, the smaller stars, like little
children, went first to rest; the elster
beams of the Pleiades soon melted
together, but the bright constellations
of the west and north remained un
changed. Steadily the wondrous trans
figuration went on. Hands of angoU
hidden from mortal eyes shifted the
scenery of the heavens; the glories
of night dissolved Into the glories of
the dawn. The Ulue sky now turned
more softly gray; tbe great watch
stars Bhut up their holy eyes; tho cast
began to klndlo. Faint sfreaks of
purplo soon blushed along the sky;
the celestial conclave was filled with
the Inflowing tides of the morning
light, which came pouring down from
above In ono great ocean' of radiance,
till at length, as we reached the Blue
hills, a flash of purplo fire blazed out
from abovo the horizon and turned tho
dewy teardrops of flower and leaf Into
rubies and diamonds. In a few sec
onds the everlasting gates of tbe
morning were thrown wide open and
the lord of day, arrayed In glories too
severe for the gaze of man, began his
state. Everett
National Pride.
The belief that all foreigners are
Inferior to one's own people Is not pe
culiar to the Bo-cnllod civilized na
tions. Professor Sumner of Yale
mean it? You will take me with you?"
"Yes. Don't be afraid. Come! Get
In," said tbe woman In the car rapidly.
"You you are real?"
The girl did not hear the strange
question. She was hurrying around
to the opposite sldo of the car. As
she crossed before the lamps, Mrs.
Wraifdall noticed with dulled Inter
est that her garments were covered
with mud; her small, comely hat was
In sad disorder; loose wisps of hair
fluttered with the unsightly veil. Her
hands, she recalled, were clad In thin
suede gloves. She would be half
frozen. She had been out In all this
torrlhlo weather perhaps since the
hour of her flight from the Inn.
The odd feeling of pity grew strong
er within her. She made no effort to
analyze It, nor to account for it. Why
Bhould sho pity tbe slayer of ber hus
band? It was a question unasked, un
considered. Afterwards she was to
recall this hour and its strango Im
pulses, and to realize that It was not
pity, but mercy that moved her to do
tbe extruordlnary thing that followed.
Trembling ull over, hor teeth chat
tering, her breath coming In short lit
tlo moans, tho girl struggled up bo
sldo ber and fell back In the seat.
Without a word, Sara Wrandall drew
tho great, buffalo robe over her and
tucked It In about her feet and lezs
far up about her body, which had
slumped down In the seat.
"You are very, very good," chattered
the girl, almost Inaudlbly. "I shall nev
er forget" She did not complete the
sentence, but sat upright and fixed her
gaze on ber companion's face. "You
you are not doing this Just to turn
me over to to the police? They must
be searching for me. You are not
going to give me up to them, are you?
There will be a reward I"
"There Is no reward," said Sara
Wrandall shurply. "I do not mean to
give you up. I am simply giving you
a chanco to got away. I have always
felt sorry for the fox when the time
for the kill drew near. That's tho
way I feel."
"Oh. thank you! Thank you! But
what am I Baying? Why should 1 per
mit you to do this for me? I meant to
go back there and have It over with.
I know I can't escapo. It will have to
come. It Is bound to come. Why put
It off? Let them take mo, let them
do what they will with me. I"
"Hush! We'll Beo. First of a!l. un
derstand me: I shall not turn you
over to tho police. I will give you tho
chance. I will help you. I can do
no more than that."
"But why should you help me? I
I oh, I can't let you do It! You do
not understand. I have committed
a terrible " she broke off with a
groan.
"I understand," said the other, some
thing like grlmncss In her level tones
"I bave been tempted more than once
myself." The enigmatic remark made
no Impression on the listener.
"I wonder how long ago It was that
It all happened," muttered the girl, as
If to herself. "It seems ages oh.
such ages."
"Where have you been hiding since
last night?" asked Mrs. Wrandall.
throw ing In the clutch. Tho car start
ed forward with a Jerk, kicking up tbe
snow behind It
"Was It only last night? Oh, I've
been" Tho thought of her suffer
ings from exposure and dread was too
much for the wretched creature. She
broke out In a soft wall.
"You've been out In all this weath
er?" demanded the other.
"I lost my way. In the hills bnck
there. I don't know whero I was."
"Hnd you no place of bhelter?"
"Where could I seek shelter? I
spent the day In the cellar of a fa'm
er's house. Ho didn't know I was
there. I have had no food."
"Why did you kill that man?"
(TO HIi rONTINl'KD.)
t ,
used to call this national egotism
"othnocentrlsm," and cited an Instance
of It from a message sent south by a
native Greenlnndor, extolling hla land
and Us Inhabitants aa greatly ' su
perior to tbe countries and races of
white men. In tho Journal of Re
ligious Psychology the anthropologist
Crantz Is quoted as saying:
"The Greunlnnders consider them
selves as tho only civilized nation In
the world. ' They are far superior in
their own estimation to the Euro
peans, who supply an Inexhaustible
subject of ralllory for their social par
ties. They do not appreciate the at
tltudo of arrogant superiority adopted
by many white men In their Inter
course with eo-callod savages."
, How It Happened.
Ills wife had made a little quiet In
vestigation of bis coat.
"Henry," she said In no pleasant
tono, "you never mailed the letter 1
gavo you last week. I can feci It
right In the corner of your coat."
Her huBband brought out the coat
In a rather shame-faced way. There
was no doubt, tho letter was Just
where Bhe said. Reaching Into tho In
sire pocket, he groped down and down
until he at last grasped the envelope.
"Yes, my dear," he rcpllod; "you
see, It slipped down through tbe torn
lining you promised to sew up more
than a month ago."
Guarding Against Expense.
It took a New York mllllonarle to
hit upon the best Bcbeme yet for cut
ting down household expenses If one
must wed; he married a fashionable
milliner. Baltluoro Nttws.
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle 4
CASTOR1A, a sar and sure remedy
Infants and children, and see that l
Bears tbe
Signature (
In Use For Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher's Castorij
With an Ax.
George B. Luks, the profound liumot
of whose painting has given Mm t
high place In the world of art, wa(
visiting a "futurist" exhibition In xe
York.
Mr. Luks paused before a pic-lure
which resembled an purtlifu;ik
though It was entitled "Portrait of 1
Sleeping Babe," and, with a smile and
a shake of the head, he said:
"How I wish sometimes I was 1
suffragette!"
HUMOR DISFIGURED BABY
Clarendon, N. C. "My baby wm
broken out with a red, thick and
rough-looking humor when about two
months old. It would como In iuu Im
and went almost all over her In that
way. The places were like rln.n'.wira
Biiil ns they would spread they woulj
turn red nnd inako sores nnd itch.
Tha trouble went to her faee anj
disfigured her badly. Her clothes Ir
ritated It.
"I saw tho advertisement of Cutl
enra Soap and Ointment nnd I gut 1
rnmplo and In one night's time I rou'J
see a change In the redness ami 11
two days the ,place would be nearly
gone. I Bent and got one twcuty-iivt
c nt cake of Cuticura Soap and Uo
fifty-cent boxes of Cuticura Ointment,
which cured my baby. She was well
In three months." (Slgnpd) Mrs. Ber
tha Sawyer, Oct, 11, 1912.
Cuticura Soap and Ointment soil
throughout the world. Samplo of each
free.wiih ?,2-p. Skin Book. Address post
card "Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston." A,1r,
The Difference.
A Waco heiress had Just announced
her engagement to an iinpeninliris
Sicilian nobleman.
A fellow-congressman, knou'm
Representative Henry's feelings 00
the subject of International alliance,
showed Mr. Henry this announeemetii,
and suld with a laugh:
"Well, Henry, what do you think 0!
that?"
Tho other heaved a mighty skh.
"In the olden days," ho said, "the
pj ince used to marry the beggar maid.
Now the maid marries the ln-;;af
prince."
Displeased With Bargain.
Jean sorely wanted a kitten; but, lie:
mother not liking felines, this Joy a
denied her until a severe operati'ii
became prospective. Then a bureau
was made with the frightened chili
"If you will bo a brave girl, Jean,
und go through the operation without
fussing you shall have the nicest kit
ten I can find."
The child, delighted, climbed upon
tho operating tablo and took the etln
w ithout a struggle. As she came out
of the anesthetic and began to M
horribly sick and weak, she nmrimir
something. The nurse leaned over to
catch tho faintly uttered words:
"What a bum way to gel a tat!"
Getting a "Thrill" In Formosa.
Tho traveler who Is tired of 't
ventlonal journeys and who is aiu
lous to visit an "iinsnoilt" countrj
where he can enjoy tho comforts
clvllizutlon and at the same lime tas
some of the thrills nnd excitement ai
teudant upon encounters with tn
dued savage tribes should certniiil'
make a trip to Formosa, that wi'iid"
ful Island lying off tho coast of "lit"-
which paRsed Into Hip possession '
Japan In 1R33.
.. ... ... . ,.1 h
Mere, Hioug me funihiii h """ -will
find prosperous towns, wiili
harbors and wharves, spacious stn"
and magnificent residences, sriw'j
and churches, electric llgliH "!,g
ample water supply nil tho luxurW
In fact, of a European city. CJ!
journey comfortably by tram int
one place to another, passing tlir,,u'
vnt tea irnrrieiiM nnd rice IM'1
Kveiythlng la civilized, orderly '
safe. Yet only a few miles in'r'1
among tho mountains and f,r''s"
dwell fierce, unconquered tiuw
. . . . ...... 1.. hit
whose chief aim and amnitmn
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