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CHAPTER XVII. Continued.
He did not once interrupt her. All
.ho time she was speaking he was
studying the profile of her face as if
.sciiaied by its strange immobility.
For tha matter of a full half-hour he
s-at on the rail, his back against a post,
his arms folded across the breast of
the tnicK ulster he wore, staring at
h r. drinking in every word of the
story she told. A look of surprise
crept into his face when she came to
lire point where the thought of marry
ing Hetty to the brother of her victim
first began to manifest itself in her
designs. For a time the look of in
credulity remained, to be succeeded
uy utter scorn as she went on with
the recital. Her reasons, her excuses,
her explanations for this master stroke
in the way of compensation for all
that she had endured at the hands of
the scornful Wrandalls, all of whom
were hateful to her without exception,
stirred him deeply. He began to un
derstand the forces that compelled her
to resort to this Machiavellian plan
for revenge on them. She admitted
everything: her readiness to blight
Hetty's life forever; her utter callous
ness in laying down these ugly plans;
her surpassing vindictiveness; her re
flections on the triumph she was to
enjoy when her aims were fully at
tained. She confessed to a genuine
fdty for Hetty Castleton from the be
ginning, but it was outweighed by that
thing she coultt only describe as an
obsession! . . . How she hated the
Wrandalls! . . . Then came the
real awakening: when the truth came
to her as a revelation from God. Hetty
had not btn to blame. The girl was
innocent of the one sin that called
for vengeance so far as she was con
cerned. The slaying of Challis Wran
dall was justified! All these months
she had been harboring a woman she
believed to have been his mistress as
well as his murderess. It was not so
much the murderess that she would
have foisted upon the Wrandalls as a
daughter, but the mistress! . . .
She loved the girl, she had loved her
from that first night. Back of it all,
therefore, lay the stern, unsuspected
truth: from the very beginning she in
stinctively had known this girl to be
innocent of guile. . . . Her house
of cards fell down. There was noth
ing left of the plans on which it had
been constructed. It had all been
swept away, even as 6he strove to
protect it against destruction, and the
ground was strewn with the ashes of
fires burnt out. . . . She was
shocked to find that she had even
built upon the evil spot! . . . Al
most word for word she repeated Het
ty's own story of her meeting with
Challis Wrandall, and how she went,
step by step and blindly, to the last
scene in the tragedy, when his vile
ness, his true nature was revealed to
her. The girl had told her everything.
She had thought herself to be in love
with Wrandall. She was carried away
by his protestations. She was infatu
ated. (Sara smiled to herself as she
spoke of this. She knew Challis Wran
dall's charm!) The girl believed in
him implicitly. When he took her to
Burton's inn it was to make her his
wife, as she supposed. He had ar
ranged everything. Then came the
truth. She defended herself. . . .
"I came upon her in the road on
that wild night, Brandon, at the place
I pointed out. Can you picture her as
I have described her? Can you pic
ture her despair, her hopelessness, her
misery? I have told you everything,
from beginning to end. You know how
she came to me, how I prepared her
for the sacrifice, how she left me. I
have not written to her. I cannot. She
must hate me with all her soul, just as
I have hated the Wrandalls, but with
greater reason, I confess. She would
have given herself up to the law long
ago, if it had not been for exposing
me to the world as her defender, her
protector. She knew she was not mor
ally guilty of the crime of murder. In
the beginning she was afraid. She
did not know our land, our laws. In
time she came to understand that she
waa in no real peril, but then it was
too late. A confession would have
placed me in an impossible position.
You see, she thought of me all this
time. She loved me as no woman ever
loved another. Was not I the wife
of the man she had killed, and was
not I the noblest of all women in her
eyes? God! And to think of what I
bad planned for her!"
This was the end of the story.
The words died away in a sort of
whimpering wail, falling in with the
ind to be lost to his straining ears.
Her head drooped, her arms hung
limply at her side.
For a long time he sat there in si
lence, looking out over the darkening
water, unwilling, unable indeed, to
speak. His heart was full of compas
sion lor her, mingling strangely with
"hat was left of scorn and horror.
V.'hat could he say to her?
At last she turned to him. "Now
you know all that I can tell you of
Hetty Castleton of Hetty Glynn. You
'ou!fI not have forced this from me,
Brandon. She would not tell you. It
was left for me to do in my own good
tirm;. Well, I have spoken. What I
ha.VfJ vnn tr
"I can only say, Sara, that I thank
God for everything," he said slowly.
"For everything?"
"I thank God for you, for her and
for everything. I thank God that she
round him out in time, that she killed
I'im, that you shielded her, that you
failed to carry out your devilish
scheme, and that your heart is very
sore today."
You do not despise me?"
iNo. I am sorry for you."
Her eyes narrowed. "I don't want
Jou to feel sorry for me."
"You don't understand. I am sorry
iot you because you have found your-
,fMout and must be despising your-
"You have guessed the truth.
spise myself. But what could h .
pected of me?" she asked ironically.
a tuo vvranaaus would say, 'blood
win leu.
XT .
nonsense I Don't talk like that!
quite unworthy of vmi. Tn smite
of everything, Sara, you are wonder-
iui. me very thing you tried to do,
the way you went about it, the way
you surrender, makes for greatness in
jou. if you had gone on with it and
succeeded, that fact alone would have
put you in the class with the great.
strong, virile women of history. It
vvitn the Medicis, the Borgias
ana she began bitterly.
wiui mem. aut tney were
great women, just the same. You are
greater, for you have more than they
possessed: a conscience. I wish
could tell you just what I feeL
haven't the words. I "
i oniy want you to tell me the
truth. Do you despise me?"
n-fcciiu i Bay mai i ao not. i can
only say that I regard you with
with awe."
-yes.
as one might think of a deadly
serpent."
"Hardly that," he said, smiling for
tne nrst time. He crossed over and
i i i i .
laia ms nana on her shoulder. "Don't
minK too meanly of yourself. I under
stand it all. You lived for months
without a heart, that's all.
"You put it very gently.1
i tnink I am right. Now, you've
got it back, and it's hungry for the
sweet, good things of life You want
to be happy. You want to love again
and to be loved. You don't want to
pitied. I understand. It's the return
of a heart that went away long months
ago and left an empty place that you
filled with gall. The bitterness is
gone. There is something sweet in
its place. Am I not right?
sne nesitated. "If you mean that
I want to be loved by my enemies,
Brandon, you are wrong," she said
clearly. "I have not been chastened
in that particular."
"You mean the Wrandalls?"
"It is not in my nature to love my
enemies. We stand on the same foot
ing as before, and always shall. They
understand me, I understand them
am glad that my project failed, not for
their sake, but for my own.
He was silent. This woman was be
yond him. He could not understand a
nature like this.
"i ou say nothing. Well, I can't ask
you to understand. We will not dis
cuss my enemies, but my friends.
What do you intend to do in respect
to Hetty?"
"I am going to make her my wife,
he said levelly.
She turned away. It was now quite
dark. He could not see the expres
sion on her face.
wnat you have heard does not
weaken your love for her?'
"No. It strengthens it."
you know what she has done. She
has taken a life with her own hands.
Can you take her to your bosom, can
you make her the mother of your own
children? Remember, there is blood
on her nands."
"Ah, but her heart is clean!"
"True," she said moodily, "her heart
Is clean."
"No cleaner than
Sara."
yours is now,
She uttered a short, mocking laugh.
"It isn't necessary to say a thing
like that to me."
"I beg your pardon."
Her manner changed abruptly. She
turned to him, intense and serious.
"She is so far away, Brandon. On
the other side of the world, and 6he
is full of loathing for me. How am I
This Woman Was Beyond Him.
to regain what I have lost? How am
I to make her understand? She went
away with that last ugly thought of
me, with the thought of me as I ap
peared to her on that last, enlighten
ing day. All these months it has been
growing more horrible to her. It has
been beside her all the time. All
these months she has known that I
pretended to love her as "
"I don't believe you know Hetty as
well as you think you do," he broke
In. "You forget that she loved you
with all her soul. You can't kill love
so easily as all that. It will be all
right, Sara. You must write and ask
her to come back. It "
"Ah, but you don't know!" Then
she related the story of the liberated
canary bird. "Hetty understands. The
cage door is open. She may return
when she chooses, but don't you see?
she must come of her own free
will." v
"You will not ask her to come?"
"No. It is the test. She will know
that I have told you everything. You
will go to her. Then she may under
stand. If she forgives she will come
back. There is nothing else to say,
nothing else to consider."
"I shall go to her at once," he said
resolutely.
She gave him a quick, searching
glance.
, .... .
I K3LZ 1 1 I I V rPTIlCa Tf m
now, Brandon."
w mm i jr uu, even
"She can't!" he cried. An instant
later his face fell. "By Jove, I I sup
pose the law will have to be consid
ered now. She will at least have to
go through the form of a trial."
She whirled on him angrily. "The
law? What has the law to do with
it? Don't be a fool!"
"She ought to be legally exoner
ated." he saidV
Her fingers gripped his arm fiercely.
"I want you to understand one thing,
Brandon. The story I have told you
was for your ears alone. The secret
lives with us and dies with us."
He looked his relief. "Right! It
must go no farther. It Is not a mat
ter for the law to decide. You may
trust me."
"I am cold," she said. He heard
her teeth chatter distinctly as she
pulled her thick mantle closer about
her throat and shoulders. "It is very
raw and wet down here. Come!"
As she started off along the long,
narrow pier, he sprang after her,
grasping her arm. She leaned rather
heavily against him for a few steps
and then drew herself up. Her teeth
still chattered, her arm trembled in
his clasp.
"By Jove, Sara, this is bad," he
cried, in distress. "You're chilled to
the marrow."
"Nerves," she retorted, and he some
how felt that her lips were set and
drawn.
"You must get to bed right away.
Hot bath, mustard, and all that. I'll
not stop for dinner. Thanks just the
same. I will be over in the morn
ing." "When will you sail?" she asked,
after a moment.
"I can't go for ten days, at least.
My mother goes into the hospital next
week for an operation, as I've told you.
I can't leave until after that's over.
Nothing serious, but well, I can't go
away. I shall write to Hetty tonight,
and cable her tomorrow. By the way,
I I don't know just where to find her.
You see, we were not to write to each
other. It was. in the bargain. I sup
pose you don't know how I can "
"Yes, I can tell you precisely where
she is. She is in Venice, but leaves
there for Rome, by the Express."
"Then you have been hearing from
her?" he cried sharply.
"Not directly. But I will say this
much: there has not been a day since
she landed in England that I have not
received news of her. I have not
been out of touch with her, Brandon,
not even for an hour."
"Good heaven, Sara! You don't
mean to say you've had her shadowed
by by detectives," he exclaimed,
aghast.
"Her maid is a very faithful serv
ant," was her ambiguous rejoinder.
CHAPTER XVIII.
Disturbing News.
He walked home swiftly through
the early night, his brain seething with
tumultuous thoughts. The revela
tions of the day were staggering; the
whole universe seemed to have turned
topsy-turvy since that devastating
hour at Burton's inn. Somehow he
was not able to confine his thoughts
to Hetty Castleton alone. She seemed
to sink into the background, despite
the absolution he had been so ready,
so eager to grant her on hearing the
story from Sara's lips. Not that his
resolve to search her out and claim
her in spite of everything was likely
to weaken, but that the absorbing fig
ure of Sara Wrandall stood out most
clearly in his reflections.
What an amazing creature she was!
He could not drive her out of his
thoughts, even when he tried to con
centrate them on the one person who
was dearest to him of all in all the
world, his warm-hearted, adorable
Hetty. Strange contrasts suggested
themselves to him as he strode along,
head bent and shoulders hunched. He
could not help contrasting the two
women. He loved Hetty; he would
always love, her, of that he was posi
tive. She was Sara's superior in ev
ery respect, Infinitely so, he argued.
And yet there was something in Sara
that could crowd this adored one, this
perfect one out of his thoughts for the
time being. He found it difficult to
concentrate his thoughts on Hetty
Castleton.
How white and ill Sara had looked
when she said good night to him at
the door! The memory of her dark,
mysterious eyes haunted him; he
could see them in the night about him.
They had been full of pain; there were
torrents of tears behind them. They
had glistened as if burnished by the
fires of fever.
Even as he wrote his long, trium
phant letter to Hetty Castleton, the
picture of Sara Wrandall encroached
upon his mental vision. He could not
drive it out. He thought of her s
she had appeared to him early in the
spring; through all the varying stage
of their growing intimacy; through the
interesting days when he vainly trie3
to translate her matchless beauty by
means of wretched pigments; up to
this present hour in which she wa-S
revealed, and yet not revealed, to him
Her vivid face was always before him,
between his eyes and the thin, white
paper on which he scribbled so eager
ly. Her feverish eyes were looking
into his; she was reading what he
wrote before it appeared on the sur
face of the sheet!
His letter to Hetty was a triumph
of skill and diplomacy, achieved after
many attempts. He found it hard not
to say too much, and quite as difficult
not to say too little. He spent hours
over this all-important missive. At
last it was finished. He read and re
read it, searching for the slightest
flaw: a fatal word or suggestion that
might create in her mind the slightest
doubt as to his sincerity. She was
miro tn -rood thin letter a crpat mnnv
j times, and always with the view to
Barr McCutcheon
' tuvw
finding something between the lines
such as pity, resignation, an enforced
conception of loyalty, or even faith!
He meant that she should find noth
ing there but love. It was full of ten
derness, full Of hODe. full Of nrnmise
He was coming to her with a stead-
iast, enduring love in his heart, he
wduiea ner now more than ever before
T"1
.mere was no mention of Challis
Wrandall, and but once was Sara's
name used. There was nothing in
tne letter that could have betraved
their joint secret to the most acute
outsider, and yet she would under
stand that he had wrung everything
irum &ara s lips. Her secret was hi a
He decided that it would not be safe
uu anticipate tne letter by a cable
gram. It was not likely that any mes
sage ne could send would have the
desired effect. Instead of reassuring
her, in all probability it would create
tresh alarm.
Sleep did not come to him until after
three o'clock. At two he got up and
aeiiDerately added a postscript to the
letter ne nad written. It was in the
nature of a poignant plea for Sara
Wrandall. Even as he penned these
Booth Was
Startled by
ance.
Her Appear-
lines, he shuddered at the thought of
wnat she had planned to do to Hetty
Castleton. Staring hard at the black
window before him, the pen still in
his hand, he allowed his thoughts to
dwell so intimately on the subject of
nis well-meant postscript that her
ashen face with its burning eyes
seemea to taice shape in the night
Deyond. It was a long time before
ne coma get rid of the illusion. After
wards he tried to conjure up Hetty's
face and to drive out the likeness of
the other woman, and found that he
could not recall a single feature in the
face of the girl he loved!
WThen he reached Southlook in the
morning, he found that nearly all of
m 1 p
tne doors and windows were boarded
up. Wagons were standing in the
stable yard, laden with trunks and
crates. Servants without livery were
scurrying about the halls. There was
an air of finality about their move
ments. "Yes, sir," said Watson, in reply
to his question, "we are in a rush.
Mrs. Wrandall expects to close the
'ouse this evening, sir. We all go up
this afternoon. I suppose you know,
sir, we 'ave taken a new apartment
in town."
"No!" exclaimed Booth.
"Yes, sir, we 'ave, sir. They've
been decorating it for the pawst two
weeks. Seems like she didn't care for
the old one we 'ad. As a matter of
fact, I didn't care much for it, either.
She's taken one of them hexpensive
ones - looking out over the park, 6ir.
You know we used to look out over
Madison avenue, sir and God knows
it wasn't hinspirin'. Yes, sir, we go
up this afternoon. Mrs. Wrandall
will be down in a second, thank you
sir."
Booth actually was startled by her
appearance when she entered the
room a few minutes later. She looked
positively ill.
"My dear Sara," he cried anxiously,
"this is too bad. You are making
yourself ill. Come, come, this won't
do."
"I shall be all right in a day or
two," she said, with a weary little
gesture. "I have been nervous. The
strain was too great, Brandon. This
is the reaction you might 6ay."
"Your hand is hot, your eyes look
feverish. You'd better see your doc
tor as soon as you get to town. An
ounce of prevention, you know."
"Well," she said, with a searching
look into his eyes, "have you written
to her?"
"Yes. Posted it at seven o'clock
this morning."
"I trust you did not go so far as
to well, to volunteer a word in my
behalf. You were not to do that, you
know."
He looked uncomfortable. "I'm
afraid I did take your name in vain,"
he' equivocated. "You are a a won
derful woman, Sara," he went on,
moved to the remark by a curious in
fluence that he could not have ex
plained any more than he could have
accounted for the sudden gush of
emotion that took possession of him.
She ignored the tribute. "You will
persuade her to come to New York
with you?"
"For your sake, Sara, if she won't
come for mine."
"She knows the cage Is open," was
her way of dismissing the subject.
"I am glad you came over. I have a
letter from Leslie. It came this morn
lag. You may be interested in what
h2 has to say of Hetty and of your
self." She smiled faintly. "He is
determined that you shall not be with
out a friend while he Is alive."
Les isn't such a rotter, Sara. He's
spoiled, but he is hardly to be blamed
for hsit."
"I will read his letter to you," she
said, and there was no little signifi-
cciuce in tne way she put it. She held
the letter in her hand, but he had
failed to notice it before. Now he saw
that it was a crumpled ball of paper.
He was obliged to wait for a minute
or two while she restored it to a read
able condition. "He was in London
when this was written," she explained,
turning to the window for light. She
glanced swiftly over the first page
until she found the place where she
meant to begin. "T suppose Hetty
Castleton has written that we met
in Lucerne two weeks ago,' " she read.
" 'Curious coincidence in connection
with it, too. I was with her father.
Col. Braid Castleton, when we came
upon her most unexpectedly. I ran
across him in Paris just before the
aviation meet, and got to know him
rather welL He's a fine chap, don't
you think? I confess I was somewhat
surprised to learn that he didn't know
she'd left America. He explained it
quite naturally, however. He'd been
ill in the north of Ireland and must
have missed her letters. Hetty was
on the point of leaving for Italy. We
didn't see much of her. But, by Jove,
Sara, I am more completely gone on
her than ever. She is adorable. Now
that I've met her father, who had the
beastly misfortirhe to miss old Murgat
royd's funeral, I can readily see where
in the saying "blood will tell" applies
to her. He is a prince. He came over
to London with me the day after we
left Hetty in Lucerne, and I had him
in to meet mother and Vivian at Clar
idge's. They like him immensely. He
set us straight on a good many points
concerning the Glynn and Castleton
families. Of course, I knew they were
among the best over here, but I didn't
know how fine they were until we pre
vailed on him to talk a little about
himself. You will be glad to hear
that he is coming over with us on the
Mauretania. She sails the twenty
seventh. We'll be on the water by the
time you get this letter. It had been
our intention to sail last week, but
the colonel had to go to Ireland for
a few days to settle some beastly
squabbles among the tenants. Next
year he wants me to come over for
the shooting. He isn't going back to
India for two years, you may be in
terested to hear. Two years' leave.
Lots of influence, believe me! We've
been expecting him back in London
since day before yesterday. I dare
say he found matters worse than he
suspected and has been delayed. He
has been negotiating for the sale of
some of his property in Belfast fac
tory sites, I believe. He is particularly
anxious to close the deal before he
leaves England. Had to lift a mort
gage on the property, before he could
think of making the sale. I staked
him to four thousand pounds, to tide
him over. Of course, he is eager to
make the sale. 'Gad, I almost had
to beg him to take the money. Ter
ribly proud and haughty, as the butler
would say. He said he wouldn't sleep
well until he has returned the filthy
lucre. We are looking for him back
any hour now. But if he shouldn't get
here by Friday, we will sail without
him. He said he would follow by the
next boat, in case anything happened
that he didn't catch the Mauretania.' "
Sara interrupted herself to offer an
ironic observation: "If Hetty did not
despise her father so heartily, I should
advise you to look farther for a father-in-law,
Brandon. The colonel is a bad
lot. Estates in the north of Ireland!
Poor Leslie!" She laughed softly.
"He'll not show up, eh?"
"Not a bit of it," she said. "Ho
may be charged to profit and loss in
Leslie's books. This part of the letter
will interest you," she went on, as
if all that had gone before was of
no importance to him. " T hear Inter
esting news concerning you, my dear
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FOUND PACE TOO STRENUOUS
Father Had to Have Rest If He Was
to Continue His Companion
ship With Son.
"Could you spare me?"
As the father spoke, his once hand
some figure leaned forward slightly
toward the boy who sat before him,
while his hands trembled nervously.
"My boy," he continued, "about a
month ago you introduced me to the
iike-father-like-son' idea, which is now
spreading over this country, and
which, formulated by eminent educa
tors, simply means that all fathers
shall make companions of their sons,
so that an intimate relationship shall
ensue. Have I done this with you?"
"You certainly have," replied the
boy, twirling a semblance of . a mus
tache. "And now I ask that you spare me
for a time."
The boy smiled.
"But, my dear comrade," he replied,
reproachfully, "we are just beginning
to understand each other. The whole
idea of the 'like-father-like-son' move
ment is that it be continuous. I must
say, however, that you have been a
dead game sport. What do you want
to quit for?"
In reply the kind father, summoning
all his control, paid, gently:
"Believe me, I don't want to quit,
but the fact is that since you and I
have been thrown together I have
smoked so many cigarettes, played so
much poker, danced so many new
fangled dances, raced over the coun
try in so many autos that I thought If
you didn't mind I would take a couple
of weeks off in some good sanitarium
until I can gather strength enough to
go on with the growing friendship be
tween us." Life.
girl.
My heartiest congratulation it
it Is all true. Brandy is one in a n II
lion. I have hoped all along to have
him as a ftill-fledged brother-in-law, if
that's the way you'd put it Fatter
writes that every one is talking abeut
it, and saying what a fine thing it Is.
He has a feeling of delicacy about ap
proaching you in the matter, and I
fancy it's just as well until everything
is settled. I wish you'd let me make
a suggestion, however. Wouldn't it
be wise to let us all get together and
talk over the business end of the
game? Brandy's a fine chap, a corker,
in fact, but the question is: has. Ike
got it in him to take Challis placa In
the firm? You've got to consider Itie
future as well as the present, my dur.
We all do. With his artistic tempia
ment he might play hob with youir In
terests, and ours too., for that matt nr.
Wouldn't it be wise for me to soiud
him a bit before we take him into Hie
Arm? Forgive me for suggesting tills,
but, as you know, your interests i.re
mine, and I'm terribly keen about ;e
ing you get the best of everything.
By the way, wasn't he a bit gone on
Hetty? Passing fancy, of course, and
not deep enough to hurt anybody.
Good old Brandy!' "
"There is more, Brandon, but H.s
of no consequence," she said, tosBiig
the letter upon the table. "You loe
how the land lays."
Booth was pale with annoyate.
"By Jove, Sara, what an insufferable
ass he is!"
"The shoe pinches?"
"Oh, it's such perfect rot! I'm
sorry on your account. Have you wer
heard of such gall?"
"Oh, he is merely acting as the fam
ily spokesman. I can see them iw
in solemn conclave. They think it
their indisputable right to select a
husband for me, to pass upon hinw to
accept or decline him as they see lit,
to say whether he is a proper man to
hang up his hat and coat in the offitves
of Wrandall & Co."
"Do you mean to say "
"Let's not talk about it. Brand: n.
It is too silly."
They fell to discussing her plana itor
the immediate future, although the
minds of both were at work with
something else.
"Now that I have served my pur
pose, I suppose you will not car to
see so much of me," she said, an he
prepared to take leave of her.
"Served your purpose? What do
you mean?"
"I should have put it differently.
You have been most assiduous in yar
efforts to force the secret from ne.
It has been accomplished. Now do
you understand?"
"Tbft isn't fair, Sara," he protest
ed. "If you'll let me come to see you,
in spite of what the gossips and Mr.
Redmond Wrandall predict, you njay
be sure I will be as much in evidervce
as ever. I suppose I have been a. hit
of a nuisance, hanging on as I havu."
"I admire your perseverance. Mire
than that, I admire your couraga in
accepting the situation as you hare.
I only hope you may win her over to
your way of thinking, Brandon.
Goodby."
"I shall go up to town tomorrow,
kit and bag. When shall I see yu?
We have a great deal left to talk about
before I sail."
"Come when you like."
"You really want me to come?"
"Certainly."
He studied her pale, tired face Aar
a moment, and then shook his hand.
"You must take care of yourself," lie
said. "You are unstrung. Get a good
rest and and forget certains thingv if
you can. Everything will come iat
all right in the end."
"It depends on what one is willing
to accept as the end," he said.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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WANTED HUSBAND TO L0Al;
Only Then Was He Agreeable, Teiitl
tied Wife Sought Divorce Fron
Her Silent Spouse.
We read of him in three place in
the dispatches of the day. The first
case was where a man kissed his w.lfe
against her will, which made her so
mad that she had him arrested for
assault and battery, and the court
sentenced him to thirty days in Jail.
Next case was where a woman hiid
her husband arrested for getting
drunk and abusing her. When befci'e
the court, here is what she said:
"My man's a fine man when hn's
sober. The trouble is he earns moniy
and spends it on liquor. The onJj
time he's behaved himself was when
he wasn't working and got no montiy.
I have an income and can support tbe
family. I wish you'd make him qitit
work."
"All right," said the judge. And
he sentenced the husband not to work
for thirty days.
The third case was a suit for SJ
vorce, where the wife charged ttiRt
her husband would not speak to hrr.
He would eat his meals without a
word, then sit down with a paper d
read without looking at her ot spend
ing to her. So it has been i;oing cs
for a long time. Of course the coic.-t
granted the wife a divorce. Havtog
a silent, sour husband around is 1
tolerable. Ohio State Journal.
More Money in It.
"I can say this much for dentliMw."
"What is it?"
"You seldom find one who ha u
grasping nature."
"No."
"They'd much rather fill a tuJ'
than pull it."
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Commencing May 3rd the Atlantic
Coast Line will inaugurate through
sleeping car service between Wil
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ta and Atlanta, in connection with
the Georgia Railroad.
Following is the schedule from
Scotland Neck in connection with
the new service:
Lv. Scotland Neck 10:02 a. m.
Ar. Florence 7:35 p. m.
Lv. Florence 8:00 p. m.
Ar. Sumter 9:20 p. m.
Ar. Orangeburg 10:35 p. m.
Ar. Augusta 1:40 a. m.
Ar. Atlanta 6:00 a. m.
Passengers may remain insleepinir
cars until 7:00 a. m.
Returning the train leaves Atlan
lanta 8:00 p. m., Central time; and
arrives Florence 9:00 a. m., and
Scotland Neck 7:28 p. m., Eastern
time.
Sleeping cars are operated be
tween Wtldon, Rocky Monnt and
Florence, in connection with the
above service.
Connections are made in the Union
depot Atlanta with the Dixie Flyer,
leaving there at 8:00 a. m., which ia
a solid train to Chicago, carrying
sleeping, dining and observrtion
cars; also through sleeping cars to
St. Louis; and with the South At
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a solid train to Cincinnati, carrying
Bleeping and dining cars; also
through sleeping cars to Louisville
and Indianapolis.
Connections are also made in At
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Orleans and the Southwest: with the
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schedules to any Western destina-
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