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And there, pulling the door to gently behind her, she paused and for many minutes stood in tensestrung contem plation of the man Bhe loved Alan Law, asleep In a chair beside a table, his head pillowed on his folded arms. This was leave-taking between them and he would never know. Far better so: Judith felt she could not trust herself to say farewell to him without breaking down and con fessing the utter wretchedness that threatened to overwhelm her each time she ' forced herself to face the thought that this parting must b final. Like a thief she stole across the creaking floor to Alan's side, hesitated, bent her head to his and touched her lips to his cheek a caress so light that he slept on in ignorance of it. Then, as she lifted her head and stood erect, bosom convulsed with silent sobs, she looked squarely into the face of Rose. CHAPTER LI I. Th Old Adam. A long minute elapsed before either woman moved or spoke. Transfixed beside Alan's chair, steadying herself with a hand upon its back, Judith stared at the figure in the doorway, in a temper at once dis comfited and defiant. With this she suffered a phase of incredulity, was scarce able to persuade herself that this was truly Rose who confronted her Rose whose sweet and gentle nature had ever served as the butt of Judith's contempt and ruthless ridicule. Here was revolution with a venge ance, when. Rose threatened and Judith shrank! It was as if the women had ex changed natures while they slept. The countenance that Rose showed her sister was a thundercloud rent by the lurid lightning of her angry eyes. Her pose was tense and alert, like the pose of an animal set to spring. In her hand hung a revolver, the same (Judith's hand sought the holster at her hip and found it empty) that her sister had worn and for gotten to remove when she dropped, half-dead with fatigue, upon the bed. And slowly, toward the end of that long, mute minute, the girl's grasp tightened upon the grip of the weapon and its muzzle lifted. Remarking this, a flash of her one time temper quickened Judith. Of a sudden, with a start, she crossed the floor in a single, noiseless stride, and threw herself before her sister. "Well?" she demanded hotly. "What are you waiting for? Nobody's stop ping you: why don't you shoot?" The upward movement of the hand was checked: the. weapon hung level to Judith's breast as level and un equivocal as the glance that probed her eyes and the tone of Rose's voice as she demanded: "What were you doing there?" "If you must know from me what you already know on the evidence of your eyes I was bidding good-by to the man I love kissing him without his knowledge or consent before leav ing him to you for good and all!" "What do you mean?" "That I'm going away that I can't stand this situation any longer. Marro phat and Jimmy are dead, my father's helpless and I mean to see that he remains so. Nothing then, stands in the way of your marrying Alan but me. And such being the case and because he's as dear to me as he is to you I'm going to take myself off and keep out of the way." "For fear lest he find out that you love him?" Judith's lip curled. "Do yon think him so witless he doesn't know that already?" "And so you leave him to me out of your charity!' Is that it?" "Any, way you like. But if it's so intolerable to you to think that I dare love him and confess it to you If you begrudge me the humiliation of stooping to kiss a man who doesn't want my kisses if you are bo afraid of losing him while I live and love him very well, then!" With a passionate gesture Judith tore open the bosom of her waist, offering her flesh to the muzzle of the revolver. A cry broke from the lips of Rose that was like the cry of a forlorn child punished with cruelty that passes Its understanding. She fell back against the wall. The revolver swept up through the air but its mark was her own head rather than Judith's bosom. But before her finger found strength to pull the trigger the man at the table, startled from his sleep by the sound of angry voices, leaped from his chair with a violence that sent it clattering to the floor, and hurled him self headlong across the room, im prisoning the wrist of his betrothed with one hand while the other wrested the weapon away and passed it to Judith. "Rose!" he cried thickly, "what does this mean? Are you mad? Judith " Dragging the bosom of her waist together, Judith thrust the weapon into its holster and turned away. "Be kind to her, Alan," she said In an uncertain voice: "She didn't under stand and and I goaded her beyond endurance, I'm afraid. Forgive me but be kind to her always!" Somehow, blindly, she stumbled out of the cabin into the open, possessed by a thought whose temptation was stronger than her powers of resist ance. What Rose had failed to ac complish might now serve to resolve Judith's problem. . . . None, she told herself, bitterly,, would seek to hinder her. But she meant so to arrange the matter that none should see or sus pect and be moved to Interfere. Round the shoulder of the moun tain, on the road along the edge of the cliff, she was sure of freedom from observation. v And yet, such is the inconsistency of the human animal, the instinct for self-preservation was stronger than her purpose: when a touring car swung round the mountain and shot toward her, she checked herself hastily , and jumped aside in ample time to escape being run down. The next Instant the machine was lurching to a halt and the sonorous accents of Seneca Trine were saluting her: "Judith! You here! What the devil! An Ad in The News-Herald pays. Whero've ye been? Where are Marro phat and Jimmy?" Discing the nailof her fingers painr fully into her palms, she - breathed deep, fi&hting down hysteria, reassert ing her self-control in so short a space of time that her father f.iilsd to ap preciate that there wa3 anything un common in the mind of the girl. "Where?" he demanded angrily as 6he approached the car, "where, I want to know, are Marrophat and Jim my? Haven't you seen or heard any thing of them? They left me at six o'clock this morning, to go after " "Dead!" th2 girl interrupted, sen tentious, eyeing him strangely. "I don't believe it!" the old man screamed, aghast. "I won't believe It. You're lying to me, you jade! You're lying" "I am not," she broke in coldly. "I am telling you the plain truth . . . They followed us all morning in that red racer, firing at us all the while. Finally they caught up with us here, about noon came up this road shoot ing over the windshield. It was our lives or theirs. We turned the hydrau lic stream on them and washed the car over the cliff. If you don't believe me, get somebody to show you their faces." I She Indicated with a gesture two 'forms that lay at a little distance back from the roadside, motionless beneath a sheet of canvas the bodies of Trine's creatures, recovered by the mining gang and brought up for a Christian burial. But Trine required no more confirm ation of Judith's word. The light flickered and died in his evil old eyes; his stricken countenance assumed a hue of pallor even more intense than was normal with it; a broken curse issued from his trembling, thin, old lips; and his chin sagged to his chest, heavy-weighted with despair that fol lowed realization of the fact that he no longer owned even one friend or creature upon whose conscienceless loyalty he might depend. The last bitter drop that brimmed his cup of misery was added when Alan Law himself appeared, leaving the miners cabin in company with his betrothed Rose now soothed and comforted, smiling through the traces of her recent tears as she clung to her lover, nestling in the hollow of his arm. To Alan, on the other hand, this rencontre seemed to afford nothing but the pleasantest surprise imagin able. "Well!" he cried, releasing Rose and running down to the car. "Here's luck! And at the very moment when I was calling my lucky star hard names! How can I ever reward your thoughtfulness, Mr. Trine? It beats me how you do keep track of me this way happening along like this every time I need a car the worst way in the world!" "Drive on!" Trine screamed to the chauffeur. "Drive on, do you hear?" But Judith had stepped up on the running board and was eyeing the driver coldly, with one hand signifi cantly resting on the butt of the weapon at her side. The car remained at a standstill. Sulphurous profanity followed, a pungent stream of vituperation that was checked only by Judith's inter ruption: "We've had to gag you once before, you know. If you want another taste of that keep on!" "But Where's liarcus?" Judith, de manded when, after helping Rose into the car and running off to thank their hosts, Alan returned alone to the car. "Goodness only knows," the young man answered cheerfully. "He would Insist on rambling off down the can yon in search of an alleged town where we could hire a motor car somewhere down there. I tried to make him understand that we had plenty of time, but he was mulish as he generally is when he gets a foolish notion into his head. So I daresay we'll meet him on his way back or else asleep somewhere by the road side!" Taking the seat next to the chauf feur, he gave the word to drive on; and they slipped away from the loca tion of the mining camp, saluted by cheers from the miners. The road dipped sharply down the mountainside to the bed of the canyon. The car moved smoothly, and swiftly, coasting: only now and then was it necessary to call upon the engine for power with which to negotiate an up grade or some uncommonly long stretch of level road. Half an hour passed without a word spoken by any member of the party. Each was deep in his or her own es pecial preoccupation: Alan turning over plan3 for an early wedding; Rose huargmg the contentment regained through her lover's protestations; Judith lost in profouudest melancholy; ; Trine nursing his rage, working him j self up into a silent fury whose conse jquences were to be more far-reaching 'than even he dreamed in his wildest moments. Its first development, for all that, ;was desperate enough. The aged mcno maniac occupied the , right-hand corner of the rear seat. Thus his one able hand was next to Judith, in close Juxtaposition to the revolver in the holster on her hip. Without the least warning his left hand closed upon the weapon, with drew it and leveled it at the back of Alan's head. As he pulled the trigger Judith flung .herself Lodily upon the arm. Even so, the bullet found a goal, ; though in another than the intended .victim. The muscular forearm of the 'chauffeur received it. With a shriek of pain the man re leased the wheel and grasped his arm. Before Alan could move to prevent, the disaster the car, running without a guiding hand, caromed off a low embankment to the left and shot full tilt into a shallow ditch on the right, shelling its passengers like pea3 from a broken pcd. Alan catapulted a good twenty feet through the air and alighted wfth such force that he lay stunned for several moments. Wben he came to, he found Barcus helping him to his feet; a heavy seven-passenger touring car halted in the roadway indicated the manner in which his friend had arrived on the scene of the accident When damages were assessed it was found that none of the party had suffered seriously but the chauffeur and Seneca Trine himself. The former had only his wound to show however, while Trine lay still and senseless at a very considerable distance from the wrecked automobile. Nothing but a barely, perceptible respiration and Intermittently flutter Subscribe for The News-Herald DeWITT'S SWITCH HAZEl SALVC For Piles, Burns, Sores. iflg pulse persuaded tnem tbat tba flame of life was not extinct in xnai poor, old, pain-racked body. . The Last Trump. Toward the evening of the third day following the motor spill, Judith 6at in the deeply recessed window of a bedchamber on the second floor of a hotel situated In the heart of Cali fornia's orange-growing lands. . Eehind her Seneca Trine sat, ap parently asleep, in a wheeled invalid chair. There was no occupant of the room. Though he had lain nearly two! days in coma, her father's subsequent progress toward recovery of his nor mal state had been rapid. Now, ac cording to a council of surgeons and physicians who had been summoned to deliberate on his case, he was in a fair way to round out the average span of a sound man's lifetime. He had apparently suffered nothing in consequence of his accident more serious' than prolonged unconscious ness. For the last twenty-four hours he had been in full possession of his ; faculties and (for some reason impos- sible to Judith to fathom) uncom monly cheerful. From this circumstance she drew a .certain sense of mystified anxiety. Twice in the course of the morning she had caught "his eye following her with a gleam of sardonic exultancy, as though he nursed some secret of extraordinary potentialities. And yet (she argued) it was quite impossible that he should have some fresh scheme brewing for the assassin ation of Alan. Not a soul had had any sort of communication wltn him since his recovery but the attending sur geon, a men of unimpeachable char acter, a meek-mannered trained nurse, and herself, Judith. Under such cir cumstances he simply could not have set a new conspiracy afoot. And yet . . . She was oppressed by a great uneasiness. Perhaps (she reasoned) the weath er was responsible for this feeling, in some measure at least. The day had been unconscionably hot, a day with out a breath of air. Now, as it drew toward its close, its heat seemed to be come more and more oppressive even as its light was darkened by a por tentous phenomenon a vast pall of Inky cloud shouldering up over the mountains to the music of distant rum blings. Nor was this all; a considerable de gree of restlessness was surely par donable in one who, from her window, watched a carriage-drive populous with vehicles (for the most part mo tor cars) bringing to the hotel gayly dressed men and women, the guests Invited to the wedding of Hose Trine and Alan Law. Within another ten minutes the man Judith loved with all her body and soul would be the husband of her sister. She had told herself she was re signed; but she was not, and she would never be. Her heart was break ing in her bosom as she sat there, watching, waiting, listening to the ever heavier detonations of the ap proaching thunderstorm and to the jubilant pealing of a great organ down below. The had told hcrsalf that, though resigned, she could not bear to wit ness the ceremony. Now as tho mo ment drew near when the marriage would be a thing finished, fixed, irretrievable, she fousid herself un able to endure tho strain aloie. Slowly, against her will, she rose and stole across the floor to her fa ther's chair. His breathing was slow end rpgu lar; beyond doubt he slept; unques tionably there was no reason why she should not leave him for ten minutes ; even though he waked it could not harm him to await her return at the end "of that scant period. Like a guilty thing, on feet as noise less as any sneak thief's, she crept from the room, closed the door si lently, ran down the hall and de scended by a back way, a little-used staircase, to the lower hall, approach ing the scene of the marriage. Constructed in imitation of an old Spanish mission chapel, it contained . one of the finest organs in the world; at this close range its deep-throated tones vied with the warnings of the storm. Judith, lurking in a passage way whose open door revealed the altar steps and chancel, was shaken to the very marrow of her being by the majestic reverberations of the music. Since they had regained contact with civilization in a section of the country where the Law estate had vast holdings of land, the chapel was thronged with men and women who had known Alan's father and wished to honor his son. ... " " Above stairs, In the room Judith had quitted, Seneca Trine opened both eyes wide and laughed a silent Jaugh of savage triumph when the door closed behind his daughter. At last he was left to his own de vices and at a time the most fitting Imaginable for what he had in mind. With a grin, Seneca Trine raised both arms and stretched them wide apart. Then, grasping the arms of his chair, he lifted himself from It and stood trembling upon his own feet for the first time in almost twenty years. Grasping the back of the wheeled chair, he used it as a crutch to guide his feeble and uncertain movements. But these became momentarily stronger aid more confident This, then, was the secret he had hugged to his embittered bosom, a secret unsuspected even by the at tending surgeon; that through the motor accident three days ago he had regained the use of limbs that had been stricken motionless strangely enough, by a motor car nearly two decades since. Slowly but surely moving to the bureau in the room, he opened one of its drawers and took out some thing he had, without her knowledge, seen Judith put away there while she thought he slept. Then, with this hidden In the pocket of his dressing gown he steered a straight if very deliberate course to the door, let himself out, and like a materialized specter of the man he once had been, navigated the corridor to the head of-the broad central staircase and step by step, clinging with both hands, negotiated the descent. The lobby of the hotel was deserted. As the ceremony approached its end every guest and servant in the house was crowding the doorway to the chapel. None opposed the progress of this ghastly vision in dressing gown and slippered feet, chuckling Insanely to himself as he tottered through the empty halls and corri dors, finding an almost supernatural trength to sustain him till he found himself face to iace with his chosen enemy and victim. The first that blocked his way into the chapel, a bellboy of the hotel, looked round at the first touch of the claw-like hand upon his shoulder and 6hrank back with a cry of terror a cry that was echoed from half a dozen throats within another Instant. As if from the path of some grisly visitant from the world beyond the grave, the throng pressed back and cleared a way for Seneca Trine, fa ther of the bride. And as the way opened and he looked up toward the altar and saw Alan standing hand in hand with Rose while the minister invoked a blessing upon the union that had been but that Instant cemented, added strength, the strength of the insane, was given to Seneca Trine. When Alan, annoyed by the dis turbance in the body of the chapel, looked round, it was to see the aged maniac standing within a dozen feet of him; and as he looked and cried out in wonder, Trine whipped a re volver from the pocket of his dressing gown and swung it steadily to bear upon Alan's head. At that instant the storm broke with infernal fury upon the land. A crash of thunder so heavy and prolonged that it seemed to rock the very building upon its foundations, accompanied the shattering of a huge stained-glass window. A bolt of bluish flame of dazzling brilliance slashed through the window like a flaming sword and smote the pistol in the hand of Seneca Trine, discharging the weapon even as It struck him dead. As he fell the bolt swerved and struck two others down Alan Law and the woman who had just been made his wife. CHAPTER LIV. Tho Wife. Again three days elapsed; and Ju dith, returning from the double fu neral of her father and sister, doffed her mourning for a gown less somber and more suited to the atmosphere of a sickroom, then relieved the nurse in charge of Alan. He remained as he had been ever since the falling of the thunderbolt in absolute coma. But he lived, and or the physicians lied must soon regain consciousness Kneeling beside his bedside Judith prayed long and earnestly. When she arose it was to answer a tap upon the door. She admitted Tom Barcus and suffered him to lead her into the recess of the window. where they conversed in guarded tones In spite of the fact that the subject of their communications could not possibly have heard them. "I've come to tell you something,' Barcus announced with characteristic awkwardness, "I've known It for three days ever since the wedding, in fact and kept it to myself, not knowing whether I ought to tell yon yet or not." He paused, eyeing her uncertainly, Unhappily. "I am prepared," Judith assured him calmly. "You're nothing of the -sort," he countered. argumentative. "You couldn't be. It's the most amazing thins? imaginable. . . . See here . . "Well?" "You understand, don't you, that Alan must never know that Rose was killed bv that lightning stroke?" "What do you mean?" "I mean," the man floundered mis erably, "ycu see, he loved her so I thought I'm sure it would be best if you can bring yourself to it to let him go on believing it wasn't Rose who was killed, but Judith. And that's skating so close to the truth that it makes nc difference: the Judith Alan knew and the Judith I knew in the beginning is gene as completely as though she and not Rose had been killed." After a long pause, the girl asked him quietly: "I understand But is it possible you don't understand that, if I were to consent to this proposi tion, lend myself to a deception which I must maintain through all my life to come Alan would consider me his wife?" "Well, but you see you are his wife. . . . Oh, don't think I'm off my bat. I'm telling you the plain, unvar nished truth. You are Alan's wife. . . . No, listen to me. You remem ber that day in New York when you substituted for Rose, when Alan tried to elope with her; and you went with him to Jersey City, and stood up to be married 7 r rcacher-guy named Vv'iiit arid Marrophat broke in just pt the critical moment and busted up the party?" "Well?" she demanded breathlessly, Barcus produced a folded yellow pa per from bis coat pocket and prof fered it "Read that. It was handed to me as best man, just before the cere mony. Seeing it was addressed to Alan and knowing he was in no frame of mind to. be bothered by telegrams, I slipped it into my pocket and forgot all about it temporarily. When I came to find it, I took the liberty of reading it. But read it for yourself." The typewritten lires of the long .message blurred and ran together al most indecipherably in Judith's vision. None the less, she contrived to grasp the substance of its meaning. "WHY DIDN'T YOU WIRE MB SOONER," it ran: "MARRIAGE TO ROSE IMPOSSIBLE. REV. MR, WRIGHT INFORMED ME YOUR MARRIAGE TO JUDITH LAST WEEK HAD GONE TOO FAR WHEN MARROPHAT INTERRUPTED. JU DITH LEGALLY YOUR WIFE. WOULD HAVE ADVISED YOU SOONER HAD YOU LET ME KNOW WHERE TO ADDRESS YOU. HOPE TO HEAVEN THIS GETS TO YOU BEFORE TOO LATE." The message was signed with the name of Alan's confidential man of business in New York. When Judith looked up she waa alone in the room, but for the silent patient on his couch. 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Butler and transferred on the 6th day of October, 1914, to the un dersigned, and upon default made in payment of the debt thereby secured 1 will on Monday, Feb. 22, 1915 during the legal hours of sale, expose to sale and sell for cash at the Court House door in the town of Morganton Burke county, North Carolina, all 0f 2 tracts or parcels of land in Burke county, North Carolina, Silver Creek township, described as follows: -First tract odjoining lands of A. L. Giles, R. A. Ross and others. Full description registered in Register of Deed's office September 18, 199 Page 29, Book P No. 3, from Wm! Childers and wife, Lula Childers deed dated 18th day of May 1911. ' Second tract fully described in deed dated 18th day of May, 1911, from J. D. Pitts and wife to Eliza Paxton, deed registered in Register of Deeds'' office, Burke county, Book P No. 3 page 30 for a fuller description. ' This 22nd day of January, 1915. L. A. Simpson, Mortgagee. WHAT IS THE COST OF THE WAR IN EUROPE? You'll find the answer in Tur ner's Standard North Carolina Almanac for 1915. You will also find more interesting data about your own State than has ever been published before in one single book. For 77 years, Turner's Almanac has been an authority, its usefulness increas ing with its age. Send 10 cents, coin or stamps, and we will mail a copy to you, in case you cannot purchase one from your druggist or bookseller Times Publishing Company, RALEIGH, N. C. i Send your orders for Job Printing to The ' News-Herald office. YOU SICK. CONSTIPATED Your druggist or dealer sells you a 50 cent bottle of Dodson's Liver Tone under my personal guarantee that it will clean your sluggish liver better than nasty calomel; it won't make you sick and you can eat anything you want without being salivated. Your druggist guarantees that each spoonful will start your liver, clean your bowels and straighten you up by morning or you get your money back. Children gladly take Dodson's Liver Tone because it is pleasant tasting and doesn't gripe or rrpmp or make them sick. I nm selling millions of bottles of Dodson's Liver Tone to people who have foi:n(l that this pleasant, vegetable, liver medicine takes the place of dangeroui calomel. Buy one bottle on my sound, reliable guarantee. Ask your druggi-t about me. TELEPHONE J COMPANY Charlotte, N. C. , AY 1S
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