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, I' M CHAPTER VII ?10? RODNEY BRADDON returned t Chicago from Rochester earl on Sunday morning just eight day before the date set, on the calenda of the criminal courts, for the trin of Myrtle Lorrie for murder o her husband. Rod was ignorant o that date, and his arrival was witt out reference to the trial. He ha come back to see his brother?an 'Agnes?before leaving for Germani He had remained at Rochester muc longer than he had planned. He had been almost happy then .That Is, he had found more t absorb him, to interest and excit ihim in the work, than ever h had before. Happiness for Rod did not depend upon sensual satisfac tions; he consciously sought non [of them, except music, sometimes His whole excitement was in hi work and study, which occupied hir hour after hour; then he would g (off on long, swinging walks alone He kept his spare, splendid body ii .vigorous condition with swimming when near water, or with tennis. Rod played, in fact, to tire him self out, when he needed it to bea down the longings within him?am his loneliness. Sometimes he would ward off th< spells of exhaustion; at other times they surprised him unprepared. Roi would come "home" to his drear; hotel room bringing with him nev medical reports upon which he ex 'pected to pass the evening, an< [he would never turn on the light :but sit miserably and uselessly idh in the dark. He missed his brother. To b< sure, when they had been in thi same city, days passed without Rod ney'8 seeing Jud; but he was there and on such occasions Rod couh [go to him instead of seeking hh own lonely room. And recently, hi 'had been able to go, with Jud 01 alone, to the Gleneiths. But nou Itbat was lost. . Rod had made friends among th< [doctors at Rochester. Not manj 'friends, to be sure, for Rod was [no mixer; but he bad found a feu congenial men whom he liked ant respected, and whose lives servef [the same purposes as his?under standing of disease. But be coulc not feel like seeking them when his [Spirit dropped low. They were tot like himself. His brother?and Ag nes?were utterly different He had expected?and half feared ,half hoped it?that he would havt [destroyed his power to retain Ag nflo 1" hlo Hur.rlrnn ma I.nalnc hpr he had supposed he must lose the delight of his dream of her; but this had proved not so. When his lone liness assailed him, and he sat lr the dark, he longed for her?her Separate as he had kept himsell from her, he had never been sc close to another girl. Now she was his brother's, he believed. Sc !he must imagine her his own nc 'longer! But it bad been futile tc jforbid this to himself. And here he was again in Chicago. . . . Rod had not wired his brother and so, while dressing as the tralr entered the city, he weighed prob abilities of Jud's whereabouts. It was a warm, steamy June morn lng?so it was probable that Ju< would be up early for a long day 01 the water. Having no rooms in Chicago, Roc checked his bag at the station anc phoned his brother's apartment. No Ibody answered, so Rod took a tax and told the driver to hurry to thi harbor. His brother's familiar boat wa: not in sight, but when Rod inquired a boy in a launch said yes, Mr 'Braddon's yacht was at anchor jThat was it there. . Rod stared at a new motor-cruis er three or four times as large a the boat he had known. It lookei ninety feet long, with graceful clip per bow aad a line of brass-bourn portholes to cabins, and with gleam lng salons above-deck. The boy ran Rod out to It; an on, the quarterdeck stood Jud. H was bareheaded and wearing flar nels without a coat. No guests were in sight, and Ro was glad of that, though he wa sure that guests must be on th way or were to be picked up at som port or pier. Jud never planne a Sunday on the water without party. Rodney hailed: "JudI Hello!" An his brother saw who was In th launch. He stood stock-still wit surprise; and then Rod saw hit laugh and run to the boat step, an he caught Rod's hand and haule his brother aboard. "Rod!" said Jeb?and Rod fe' bis brother's arm tighten about hi shoulders. "Like the skiff, ol skate?" Rodney obediently glanced abou * .#? I IRAGONS DRIVE , YOU bil EDWIN . ' BALMER Copnright hi) Fdwin Bslmer "It looks great, Jud. I didD't kuow It was yours." o "Good Lord," said Jeb, "it was in y all the papers. Why's he waiting?" s Jeb looked at the launch. "Forget r to pay him?" i) "I paid hitn," said Rod, "but told if him to wait." f Jeb laughed again in his warmi ing way. "You would. Did you d wonder if I wanted you to stay?? d Hey, you!" he called to the boy. r. "Come closer! Catch!" And Jeb n chucked a gold-piece which the boy caught, calling out loud thanks. > "All through." Jeb dismissed him. o "Now, old top, are you going to e stay?" e "I'd like to, Jud." I.. Anchor was up; and they were e moving, with deceptive smoothness, 5. out of the harbor on a limpid, lazy s lake. n The brothers sat down to break0 fast opposite each other at the gay . little table at the forward end of u the dining salon. Rod had learned [t that the guests for the day would be picked up at the Gleneiths'. i- Ijn the shining perfectly appointt ed galley. Imio was cooking, but a J steward, new to Jud's staff, was serving the table, c For the first time the splendor i. and extravagance of Jeb's estab3 lishment wrung a remark from his 1 brother. i "Doesn't this all cost a heap, - Jud?" 1 "I'll tell you the truth, Rod," Jeb confided. "Expense doesn't make i any difference to me any more. Money doesn't mean anything. I can ! make whatever amount I want. i That's an absolute fact A lot of men are past that point. Rod. The v city?the country?civilization's in a 1 new era. We'ye got the production 3 problem completely licked , . % r It was after breakfast when Rod? r.Aw oolrarl of locf "UrtW l_Q AffnOQ?" I UCJ aoatu t*?. IUUI . "She's all right," his brother rei turned. r "When are you marrying her, j Jud?" r "When that damn trial's over. I That was the rottenest piece of luck I for me. We were all set, Bod; we . went to that building to look over I an apartment, when Agnes opened i that damned door, and?" > Rodney, listening, sat still with difficulty; he held himself quiet by gripping tight the arms of his chair , so as not to betray, too clearly, the > tumult within him. He had had no Idea, until just now, that Agnes was , not his brother's . . . Ten people came aboard the boat 1 when It lay off the shore opposite the Glenelths': Agnes and her mother and Beatrice and Davis and another young married couple whom Rod had never met. The others ' were paired, also; but they were ! not married; two girls whom Rod' new vaguely remembered, and two ' boys, whose names he knew, ' They were pleasant, casual, un' impressionable young people before whom Rodney felt odd and old and ' awkward. They looked him over, 1 and their eyes traveled to his brother, making comparison; but what they said to Rodney was carefully ' polite. They made no real difference to 1 Rod. Agnes was near him; and If he had not known that his brother | must have failed to establish possession of her, now he would have * discerned it?though she plainly 1 wns supposed to be paired with Jud. 3 She was in white, with a bit of blue slashed In the cool silk which 5 clung to her as the boat made a * breeze; and she cast off her hat and ' let the sun burn her till Rodney drew her back under the shade of the canvas over the forward deck. They remained there while the oth3 ers stayed nowhere; and after a d while, Itodney and Agnes were alone far forward. ri \ He did not talk much to her. '* What had he to say? He sat In a striped canvas chair close to hers, d and felt engulfed in a content which e could not continue, he knew, but ' which was complete for the moment. She looked at him and smiled, not d at him but with him, In his content; 3 and always, when they would lose e something if their eyes lingered on e each other, she looked away over d the water; and as never, never bea fore, Rodney longed to keep her close to him, forever, d She wasn't Jud's yet, whatever e the papers, whatever Jud himself, h had said. Miaht she some tine in n some way be his? d Rodney faced the breeze which d was blowing her dress against her slight body. The appeal of her It loveliness, the allure of her beanis tlful body, was only an adjunct to d that quality of hers which had caugbt him long ago and would t. never release him. THE STATE PORT PILI He had never had to explain himself to Agnes; and she, without speaking of It, had stood between him and the world of others How much more than did Jud! How he could work, what enormous research he could accomplish, if she were his wife to hold in his arms, when he dropped his task; if she would share with him the evening and hours of night, and meet, for him, the world by day. Now he had talked to her of his work at Rochester, and of himself, as he had no one else, not even Jud. "Rod," she said at last, after one | of their long silences, "I've something to decide. Help me. ' '< about the trial. They say that \ will happen to Myrtle Lorrie \. ..I depend on me. I can free her?or convict her. Do you believe that?" "I don't know," said Rod. "But Jud thinks so." He saw her color quickly deepen under her sunburn. "So Jeb's told 1 I you." 1 "Yes; he told me, Agnes." "What, especially?" "That you took, from the first, the side of the defense. He?" "What, Rod?" "Can't understand it." "Yes, he can, Rod. That's the ' trouble." #"That he understands it?" * ; "He knows I'm going to do what I am bound to do, because I J believe"?She stopped and caught ' her breath before she said it? ' "Martin O'Mara." "O'Mara," said Rod. "The law- * yer you called." ' "Yes," said Agnes. "I'll tell you 1 about him. He?" 1 Rodney, attending, tried to keep ' his mind on what she said; but his feelings made it utterly impos- I sible. Fled far from him was his I 1 She Looked at Him and Smiled. hour of false coDtent. A new des- J1 [{ pair seized him. f He knew now that madly he had j imagined that perhaps?perhaps? j, it had been some relic of memory of what he had done and said to 0 her before he had gone away, which j had interposed itself between her and Jud's completer possession of her. g But it was not that; it was some- e thing which had to do with that j. lawyer whom Jud had damned aloud ?O'Mara. r CHAPTER VIII [ ~ h THE Monday of the trial dawned v hot. The sun rose yellow and t dazzling out of a lake that lay like g a pool to the horizon; the faintest of breezes moved from off this end- ] less mirror. At Agnes' wide-open r windows the frail net of curtains barely quivered. t Ordinarily the sun, striking into t her room, did not awaken her; 1 but this morning she had seen the last stars fade and the first fingers i of day grope over the edge of the r waters. i The robins and the wrens chirped r at the light; a wood thrush awoke, t and gay little song sparrows. After a while Agnes' mother S came in, and for a short time they t discussed Agnes' coining ordeal, a Then Mrs. Gleneith left. t Today, Myrtle Lorrle must go on t trial for her life, for the murder 1 of her husband; and soon Agnes Gleneith must go on the witnessstand for her. No, not for Myrtle. 1 There was no point in being dis- t honest with herself. She was tak- f ing the side of the defense be- t cause of Cathal Martin O'Mara, ? who had come to the bouse again i on Saturday morning?the day be- < fore yesterday?to go over her tes- ( timony once more. Mr. Nordell and another attorney for the state had conferred with her twice; and she was subpoenaed as a witness for the stjte I as well as for the defense. I But Jeb had said to her: "Nordell s told me, Glen, you seemed to be- j long to the defense, body and soul. I That's the impression he got. Are I you crazy?" I "I'm going to tell only what I 1 saw and heard," she had replied to 1 him. I '"But how are you going to tell i It? Nordell knows; and he's not < fool enough to call you for his witness. You'd never be his. If he ! put you on the stand, you'd go over I to your shyster friend, O'Mara. So I [)t, south port, n. c? he'll let O'Mara put you on tl stand?and then the state can gi after you. Be O'Mara's witness, ar see where you land! Good Lor Glen, what's got Into you?" What was this which was in he and which, by its recurrent excit ments made sleep impossible ar unthinkable after the dawn of th day? There was no use in disguisir this to herself; when she should g on the witness stand, she would d ciare by her implications, if st were forbidden to state it in word that Myrtle Lorrie had killed just fiably. Had she? What made justification for tt raking of the life of another?of man you had married? Martin O'Mara had said to he when last he was here?on Satu day: "When a wife kills a husband, r one else ever finds out why. 1 save her life, she'll never te even her attorney more than a par She shot him; and the fact speal for itself the fullness of her reasoi You were the first to see her afte ward." "Yes," said Agnes. "Then you can best judge ft yourself?no one, who was n< there, can tell you as well?whs you should do." Agnes arose and dressed long bi for? breakfast time, though sh knew she would not be summone to court today. Both Mr. Nordell and Marti O'Mara had told her that the would move for the exclusion of wi nesses, except when testifying; an In a trial for murder, the judg would so order. The morning paper came; an there again was Agnes Glenelth o the page beside Myrtle Lorrie an Martin O'Mara. She gazed once more at the ph ?ld, confident countenance of Charle Lorrie, who had cast off the wii who had married him when the ooth were young, and who ha borne him his daughter. Here was that wife?Stella Loi rie?as now she was; and here wa :heir daughter Janet. She was se' ;nteen, and ah* bad been graduate 'rom a high school In Wisconsi ast week, and bad accompanied he ?to loo rrr\ tn Vi . Oilier >f?ierua,T iu i^mvuhw lu u jeside her mother today when Ste a, the first wife, sat at the trial e Myrtle, the second wife. Wife! Did any other word In a he language describe?or fail to d< icribe?as many different relations 3oth of these had been wives, an >f the same man ; and one had born ilm a baby, and the other ha rilled him. Here was Bert?Myrtle's Ber "Oh. God. Bert!") What part ha le played in the killing? Some sai -and Jeb was one of them?tha he existence of Bert and the insui ince on the life of Charles Lorri completely explained the whole ot urrence. Myrtle had shot her hui land to go off with Bert?and th nsurance. v Agnes shut her eyes; and she sai lerself again In that room; and sh ;new, as she was returned to th eeling of the moment when Myrtl iorrie first clung to her, that sh lad not come in upon a wife wh iad Just killed her husband becaus >f another man, and to collect hi nsurance. It was very warm at the Jail, an ultry and sticky. Myrtle perspire ven when she sat still, after sh iad dressed for the courtroom. She wore her platinum weddin lng and her engagement ring?sap ihlres and diamond set In platinum ,nd she turned them nervously o ler damp finger. She had figurec vhen she held up her finger for hir o slip them on it, that she coal ;et away with marriage with him. Why not? Wasn't marriage Jus iving with a man? Wasn't tha eally all there was to It? He'd give her a lot of moneynore than she'd ever serlousl; Ireamed of having; and she'd giv dm loving. But hers didn't do . . They were coming for her to tak ler to court?to be tried for th Durder of Charley. Damn it, sh iever meant to kill him?Just t nake him leave her alone, some imes. Stella would be in the courtroom Stella, whom he'd given the gate lut who yet had showed up Myrtl is a wife and lover. Well, Stella' lad an advantage; she'd loved th athead; she'd not had to try to lov dm. thinking of somebody else. Myrtle was not in the old Jail, be n the new one on the west side o he city; for, together with all oth ir prisoners awaiting trial, she ha >een moved into the fine, moder r\f ctnnn and ctopl Hippptl n the rear of the new, imposln Criminal Courts building of Cool :ounty. (TO BE CONTINUED) Belgian Heaviest Horse The Belgian Is the oldest an leaviest of draft breeds. It ha >een bred as a pure-bred draft hors iince 770 A. D. It is older by 2 rears than the English thorough >red. It was cradled and developei n Belgium. It is a descendant o he old Flemish war horse. Weight 1,700 to 2,500 pounds. The type 1 jroad and lowset; the muscling i jowerful. Preferred color Is chest aut Browns and bays are fre juent. Red and blue roans are com non. 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