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had married Prof. Russell, a wealthy
old scientist. There was no love in
the union. The professor was ab
sorbed in his work and was away
traveling most of the time, but he was
- very proud of his beautiful wife. Cyn
thia was a faithful helpmeet and duty
made up for thelack of affection.
Two years passed by when Cynthia
found herself a wealthy widow. Prof.
Russell had been making some scien
tific explorations in Nicaragua when
a rebellion broke out He and his
valet, one Dorkins, were reported
killed in an ambush.
Cynthia felt that the freshness and
joy of life were past until she met
Richard Graydon. It had been a case
of love at first sight It seemed as if
the subdued affection of her repressed
nature budded all at once. There was
to be a quiet wedding and Cynthia
and Richard felt that the fullness of
life had come to them at last.
Never were two persons more fitly
mated. Cynthia was in the prime of
young' womanhood, Richard was a
model of perfect manhood. Blissfuf
happiness and .peace seemed ensured
for those two ingenuous beings when
the unexpected came with the sud
denness of a thunder crash.
A hasty, agitated call came over
the telephone to RIchatd one day.
"It" is Miss Lane," was spoken in
fluttering accents. "Please come to
my home at once."
Richard found the friend of his
fiancee in a distracted state. She was
pale and trembling. She simply
handed him a telegram. It was from
Tehalca, Nicaragua. It was signed
James Russell and it ran:
"Escaped after dreadful peril. Wire
me $500 to return."
"Then then he is alive," hoarsely
uttered Richard, white to the lips.
'Tes," replied Leila, and she pitied
the strong man battling to show com
posure. "Oh, Mr. Graydon! I have
just come from Cynthia. She Is
crushed, she says she must see you."
"I do not dare!" spoke Richard, his
hands clenched to emphasize his.
strong resolution. "Tell her, the tru
faithful wife, the good woman that
she is, that it is duty now clear and
sufficient Tell her I have gone away
not to forget but to cherish!",,
Then Richard Graydon became. ,g
wanderer. He wondered If it was a. ,
trick of fate that his journeyings ,a. jy
year later brbught him to the city oUjf
Tehalca. He stood near its prison ,t
fields gloomily regarding a file qf.i$
shackled convicts pass by. One only r
of the number was not a native,
"Who is that man?" Richard cas,-'j
ually asked the guard. .
"Ah, that?" volunteered the yoWJ?
tile official. "It is Dorkins he of the
Russell case. Both he and his mastei f?
were supposed killed in the revolugr
tion, but this one escaped after-rob-'1
blng his dead employer. Later hto
sent a false telegram to the wife, -qf
Prof. Russell to secure money and
was unmasked." J?J$
"Then Cynthia is free!" breathed
Richard, and that night a telegranttC
flew north bearing the simple woitfaj '
r'Shall I come to you?"
One day, two days no reply. HaeLa
Cynthia forgotten him? Ah, shgjj
might write. A week passed bjfoj
Richard gave up hope.
One afternoon a servant appeared p
at his room, where he sat lost ii"l
subdued reverie. '"-nji
"A caller below, sir," the menialu?
vised him. I-
Richard descended the stairs wear-.3
ily some casual acquaintance fiVa
had recently made, he decided. j
As he entered the parlor of the JJlttle
hotel a lady, veiled, arose to gfeej,.
him. He advanced with inquiry in, v
his face. ,',
The veil was thrust aside. With eaj
tended arms and beaming eyes Cfyn-
thia Russell confronted him. '
"You! You!" he gasped, anji1
grasped at the arm of a chair o' 5
steady himself. It was like some
fleeting, raidant vision. In all her
loveliness there greeted him bUsi
heart's only love. , IT
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