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THE NEWS-HERAL.D, rilLLSBORO, OHIO, THURSDAY, MAY 21, 1914
h
The Hollow
of Her Hand
mni
"Yes. Why why, it means every
thing to me. It means life more than
that, most wonderful friend. Life
Isn't very sweet to me. But the Joy
of giving It to you for ever la the dear
est boon I crave. I do give It to you.
It belongs to you. I 1 could dio for
you."
She dropped to her knees and
pressed her lips to Sara Wrandall's
hand; hot tears fell upon It.
Mrs. Wrandall laid her free hand on
the dark, glossy hair and smiled;
smiled warmly for the first time in
well, in years she might have said to
herself if she had stopped to consider.
"Get up, my dear," she said gently.
"I shall not ask you to die for me if
you do come back. I may be sending
you to your death, as it is, but it is the
chance we must take. A few hours
will tell the tale. Now listen to what
I am about to say to propose. I offer
you a home, I offer you friendship and
I trust security from the peril that
confronts you. I aek nothing in re
turn, not even a word of gratitude.
You may tell the people at your lodg
ings that I have engaged you as com
panion and that we are to sail for Eu
rope in a week's time If possible. Now
we must prepare to go to my own
home. You will see to packing my
that is, our trunks "
"Oh, it It must be a dream!" cried
Hetty Castleton, her eyes swimming.
"I can't believe " Suddenly she
caught herself up, and tried to smile.
"I don't see why you do this for me.
I do not deserve "
"You have done me a service," said
Mrs. Wrandall, her manner so peculiar
that the girl again assumed the stare
of perplexity and wonder that had
been paramount since their meeting;
as if she were on the verge of grasp
ing a great truth.
"What can you mean?"
Sara laid her hands on the girl's
shoulders and looked steadily into the
puzzled eyes for a moment before
speaking.
"My girl," she said, ever so gently,
"I shall not ask what your life has
been; I do not care. I shall not ask
for references. You are alone In the
world and you need a friend. I too am
alone. If you will come to me I will
do everything in my power to make
you comfortable and contented. Per
haps It will bo impossible to make you
happy. I promise faithfully to help
you, to shield you, to repay you for the
thing you have done for me. You could
not have fallen into gentler hands
than mine will prove to be. That
much I swear to you on my soul, which
is sacred. I bear you no ill-wilL. I
have nothing to avenge."
Hetty drew back, completely mysti
fied. "Who are you?" she murmured, still
staring.
"I am Challis Wrandall's wife."
CHAPTER IV.
While the Mob Waited.
The next day but one, In the huge-old-fashioned
mansion of the Wran
dalls in lower Fifth avenue, In the
drawing-room directly beneath the
chamber in which Challis was born,
the impressive but grimly conventional
funeral services were held.
Contrasting sharply with the som
ber, absolutely correct atmosphere of
the gloomy Interior was the exterior
display of joyous curiosity that must
have jarred severely on the high-bred
sensibilities of the chief mourners, not
to speak of the Invited guests who
had been obliged to pass between rows
of gaping bystanders In order to reach
the portals of the house of grief, and
who must havo reckoned with extreme
distaste the cost of subsequent de
parture. A dozen raucous-voiced po
licemen were employed to keep back
the hundreds that thronged the side
walk and blocked the street. Curiosity
was rampant. Ever since the moment
that the"iody of Challis Wrandall was
carried Into the house of his father, a
motley, varying crowd of people shift
ed restlessly in front of Uie mansion,
filled with gruesome interest in the ab
solutely unseen, animated by the sly
hope that something sensational might
happen If they waited long enough.
Motor after motor, carriage after
carriage, rolled up to the curb and
emptied Its sober-faced, self-conscious
occupants in front of the door with
the great black bow; with each arrival
the crowd surged forward, and names
were uttered in undertones, passing
from Up to lip until every one in the
street knew that Mr. So and-So, Mrs.
Thls-or-That, the What-Do-You-Call-Ems
and others of the city's most ex
clusive but most garishly advertised
society leaders had entered the house
of mourning. It Vas a great show for
the plebeian spectators. Much better
than Miss So-and-So's wedding, said
one woman who had attended the
aforesaid ceremony as a unit In tho
well-dressed mob that almost wrecked
the carriages In the desire to see the
terrified bride. Better than a circus,
said a man who held his little daugh-
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that shr might see the fine lady In a '
.iM.i,oncf t nwoiio-t f,morni Mw
York ever had, remarked another, ex
cepting one 'way back when he was a
kid.
At the corner below stood two pa
trol wagons, also waiting.
Inside the house sat the carefully
selected guests, hushed and stiff and
gratified. (Not because they were at- .
tending a funeral, but because the oc
casion served to separate them from '
the chaff; they were the elect.) It
would be going too far to Intimate that '
they were proud of themselves, but It ,
Is not stretching it very much to say
that they counted noses with consider
able satisfaction and were glad that
they had not been left out. The real,
high-water mark in New York society
was established at this memorable
function. As one after tho other ar-
, rived and was ushered Into the huge
I drawing-room, he or she was accorded
I a congratulatory look from those al
1 ready assembled, a tribute returned
i with equal amiability. Each one noted
who else was there, and each one said
to himself that at last they really had
i something all to themselves. It was
truly a pleasure, a relief, to be able
to do something without being pushed
about by pople who didn't belong but
thought they did. They sat back
stifily, of course and in utter stillness
confessed that there could be such a
thing as the survival of the fittest.
Yes, there wasn't a nose there that
couldn't be counted with perfect se
renity. It was a notable occasion.
Mrs. Wrandall, the elder, had made
out the list. She did not consult her
daughter-in-law In the matter. It Is
true that Sara forestalled her In a way
by sending word, through Leslie, that
she would be pleased if Mrs. Wrandall
. would issue invitations to as many of
Challis' friends as she deemed advis- I
able. As for herself, she had no wish
In the matter; she would be satisfied
with whatever arrangements the fam- .
lly cared to make.
It is not to be eupposed, from the
foregoing, that Mrs. Wrandall, tho
elder, was not stricken to the heart
by the lamentable death 01 her Idol.
He Did Not Mean to Be Unfeeling.
He was her idol. He was her first
born, he was her love-born. He came
to her in the days when she loved her
hnahand without much thnnirht nf rft-
specting him. She was beginning to
regard him as something more than a
lover when Leslie came, so it was dif
ferent. When their daughter Vivian
was born, she was plainly annoyed but
wholly respectful. Mr. Wrandall was
no longer the lover; he was her lord
and master. The head of the house ot
Wrandall was a person to be looked
up to, to be respected and admired by
her, for he was a very great mnn, but
he was dear to her only because he
was the father of Challis, the firsts
born.
In the order of her nature, Challis
therefore was her most dearly beloved,
Vivian the least desired and last in
her affections as well as in sequence.
Strangely enough, the three of them
perfected a curiously significant rec
ord of conjugal endowments. Challis
had always been the wild, wayward,
unrestrained one, and by far the most
lovable; Leslie, almost as good look-
in. ,in. -,..i.. i ki
trace of charm that made his brother at least knew that sympathy was not
attractive; Vivian, handsome, selfish what Bh yMted. but peace. Twice
and as cheerless as tho wind that dur,nS the two trying days. Leslie had
blows across tho Icebergs In the north. , como 8ee her, Vivian telephoned.
Challis had been born with a widely1, 0n the occasion of hie first visit,
enveloping heart and an elastic bon- 8 h met the guest in the house,
science; Leslie with a brain and a e Bec0 ndt t,me bae ca3,?d- ,mda
soul and not much of aheart, as things ,uTa Point to ask Sara all about her.
go; Vivian with a soul alone, which be-1 u w8 who gently closed tho
longed to God, after all, and not to,door aftef tho,tw women, wen' oa
her. Of course she had a heart, but it he m?ln f l tnn,etf' they T
was only for the purpose ot pumping , tejed the dark, flower-laden room in
blood to remote extremities, and hadth,,oh to1od the casket containing tho
whin,, i,gtoV a mi. n,i body of his brother. He left them
uu.u.uc, ..-i.w w ui mui u;imu(,t
so unutterably extraneous as love.
charity or Belt-sacrifice
Aa for Mr. Redmond Wrandall he
was a very proper and dignified gentl.
man, and old for his years.
It may bo seen, or rather surmised
that it the house of Wrandall had not
been so admirably centered under itb
own vino and fig tree, it might have
become divided against Itself without
milch of an effort. ,
MrB. Redmond Wrandall was tho
vine and fig tree.
And now thoy had brought her dear
ly beloved son home to her, murdered
and disgraced. If it had been either
of the others, she could have eald:
"God's will be done." Instead, sho
cried out that God had turned against
her.
Leslie had had the bad taste or
perhaps It was mlsfortuno to blurt
out an agonized "I told you so" at a
tlnio when the family was sitting
numb and hushed under, the blight of
the first horrid blow. He did not mean
to be unfeeling. It was the truth burst
ing from his Unhappy lies.
"I knew Chal would come to this
I knew it," ho had said. His arm was
aoo"t lUB ?ul""f BUUUIUB ol mB
mother ub he said It.
She looked up, a sob breaking In
her throat. For a long time she looked
Into the face of her second son.
"How can you how dare you say
ouch a thing as that?" she cried,
aghast.
Ho colored, and drew her closer to
him.
"I I didn't mean it," he faltered.
"You have always taken sides
against him," began his mother.
"Please, mother," he cried mlser-
aD,y-
IUU BUy IU1B IU MJO UUW, DUB WOUL
on. "You who are left to take his
place In my affection why, Leslie, I
I"
Vivian interposed. "Les is upset,
mamma darling. You know he loved
Challis as deeply as any of us loved
him."
Afterwards the girl said to Leslie
when they were quite alone: "Sho
will never forgive you for that, Les.
It was a beastly thing to say."
He bit his lip, which trembled.
"She's never cared for me as she cared
for Chal. I'm sorry if I've made 11
worse."
"See here, Leslie, was Chal so
"Yes. I meant what I eald a while
ago. It was sure to happen to him
one time or another. Sara's had a lot
to put up with."
"Sara! If she had been the right
sort of a wife, this never would have
happened."
"After all is said and done, Vivie,
Sara's in a position to rub it in on us
if she's of a mind to do so. She won't j
do It, of course, but I wonder if she
isn't gloating, Just the same."
"Haven't we treated her as one of
us?" demanded she, dabbing her hand
kerchief in her eyes. "Since the wed
ding, I mean. Haven't we been kind
to her?" .
"Oh, I think she understands us
perfectly," said her brother.
"I wonder what she will do now?"
mused Vivian, in that speech casting
her sister-in-law out of her narrow
little world as one would throw aside
a burnt-out match.
"She will profit by experience," said
he, with some pleasure in a superior
wisdom.
In Mrs. Wrandall's sitting room at
the top of the broad stairway sat the
family that is to say, the immediate
family a solemn-faced footman in
front of the door that stood fully ajar
so that the occupants might hear the
words of the minister as they ascend
ed, bonorous and precise, from the hall
below. A minister was be who knew
the buttered side of his bread. His
discourse was to be a beautiful one.
He stood at the front of the stairs and
faced the assembled listeners In the
hall, the drawing room and the entre-
sol, but his Infinitely touching words
1 went up one flight and lodged.
Sara Wrandall sat a little to the left
of and behind Mrs. Redmond Wran
dall, about whom were grouped the
three remaining Wrandalls, father, son
and daughter, closely drawn together.
Well to the fore were Wrandall uncles
and cousins and aunts, and one or two
carefully chosen blood relations to the
mistress of the house, whose hand i
had lonE been set against kinsmen of
leBS exalted promise.
Beside Sara Wrandall, on the small,
pink divan, sat a stranger in this som
ber company: a young woman in
black, whose pale face woe uncovered,
and whose lashes were lifted so rarely
that one could not know of the deep,
real pain that lay behind 'them, in her
Irish blue eyes.
She had arrived at the house an
hour or two before the time set for
tho ceremony, in company with the
widow. True to her resolution, the
widow of Challis Wrandall had re
mained away from the home of his
people until the last hour. She had
been consulted, to be sure, in regard
to the final arrangements, but the
meetings had taken place in her own
apartment, many blocks distant from
the house in lower Fifth avenue. The
afternoon before she had received
Redmond Wrandall and Leslie, his
son. She bad not sent for them. They
came perfunctorily and not through
any sense 01 ooiiKauuu. iucbo iwu
,u , t.
alone together in that room for halt
an hour or more, and it was bo who
went forward to meet them when they
p'ame fortb" 8ara ,eanod on nU arm
as sho ascended the stalro to tho room
where the others were waiting. The
ashen-faced girl followed, her eyes
lowered, her gloved hands clenched.
Mrs. Wrandall, the elder, kissed
Sara and drow her down beside her
on the couch. To her own surprise, as
well as that of tho others, Sara broke
down and wept bittorly. After all,
she was sorry for Challis' mother. It
was tho human instinct, she could not
hold out against It. And tho older
woman put away the ancient grudge
she held against this mortal enemy
and dissolved Into tears of real com
passion. ' v
A ltttlo later sho whispered broken
ly in Sara's oar: "My dear, my dear,
this has brought ue together. I hope
you will learn to love me."
Sara caught her breath, but uttered
no word, She looked into her mother-in-law's
eyes, and smiled through her
tears. The Wrandalls, looking on In
amazo, saw the smile reflected in the
face of the older woman. Then it waB
that Vivian crossed quickly and put
her arms about the shoulders of her
sister-in-law. The white flag on both
Bides.
Hetty Castleton stood alone and wa
vering, just inside tho door. No
stranger situation could be imagined
than the ono in which this unfortunate
girl found herself at the present mo
ment. She was virtually in the hands
of those who would destroy her; she
was in the house of those who most
deeply were affected by her act on
that fatal night Among them all she
stood, facing them, listening to tho
moans and sobs, and yet her llmbe did
not give way beneath her. . . .
Some one gently touched her arm.
It was Leslie. She shrank back, a
fearful look in her eyes. In the semi
darkness he failed to note the expres
sion. "Won't you sit here?" he asked, in
dicating the little pink divan against
the wall. "Forgive me for letting you
stand so long."
She looked about her, the wild light
still In her eyes. She was like a rat
in a trap.
Her lips parted, but the word of
thanks did not come forth. A strange,
inarticulate sound, almost a gasp,
came instead. Pallid as a ghost, she
dropped limply to the divan, and dug
her fingers Into the satiny seat. Aa
If fascinated, she stared over the
I black heads of the three women imme
diately in front of her at the full-
length portrait hanging where tho
light from the hall fell upon It: the
portrait of a dashing youth in riding
togs.
A moment later Sara Wrandall came
over and sat beside her. Tho girl
shivered as with a mighty chill when
the warm hand of her friend fell upon
hers and enveloped it in a firm clasp.
"His mother kissed me," whispered
Sara. "Did you see?"
The girl could not reply. She could
only stare at the open door. A email,
hatchet-faced man had come up from j
neiow ana was nodding fils bead to
Leslie Wrandall a man with short
side whiskers, and a sepulchral look
in his eyes. Then, having received a
sign from Leslie, he tiptoed away. Al-
most instantly the voices of people
singing softly came from some distant
remote part of the house.
And then, a little later, the per
fectly modulated voice of a man in
prayer.
Back of her, Wrandalls; beside her,
Wrandalls; beneath her, friends of the
Wrandalls; outside, the rabble, those
who would join with these black,
raven-like specters In tearing her to
pieces if they but knew!
The droning voice came up from be
low, each well-chosen word distinct
and clear: tribute beautiful to the irre
proachable character of the deceased.
Leslie watched the face of the girl.
curiously fascinated by the set, emo-
tionlesB features, and yet without a
conscious interest in her. He waB
dully sensible to the fact that she was
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beautiful, uncommonly beautiful. It
did not occur to him to feel that she
was out of place among. them, that sho
belonged down stairs. Somehow she
was a part of the surroundings, like
tho Bpecter at the feast. I
If he could havo witnessed all that
transpired while Sara was in the room I
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bb he had come to regard her without ,
having in fact been told as much he
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most overwhelming emotions. I
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Hetty's trembling knees gavoay be
neath her. With a low moan of hor
ror, she slipped-to the floor, covering
her face with her hands.
Sara knelt beside her.
"Come," she said gently, but firmly;
"I must exact this much of you. If
wo are to go on together, as wo havo
planned, you must stand beside mo at
his bier. Together we must look upon
aim for the last time. You muBt see
him as I saw him up there in tho
country. I had my cruel blow that
night. It 1b your turn now. I will not
blame you for what you did. ' But If
you expect mo to go on believing that
'you did a brave thing that night, you
must convince me that you are not a
coward now. It is the only test I shall
put you to. Come; I know it is hard,
l know it la terrible, but it is the true
test of your ability to go through with
It to the end. I shall know then that
fou have the courage to face anything
that may come up."
She waited a long time, her hand on
the girl's shoulder. At last Hetty
arose.
"You are right," she said hoarsely.
"I should not be afraid."
Later on they sat over against the
wall beyond tho casket, into which
they had peered with widely varying
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"You know that I loved him."
The girl put her hands to her eyes
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"Oh, how can you bo so merciful
to me?"
"Because he was not," said Sara,
.white-lipped. Hetty glanced at the
Hetty's Trembling Knees Gave Way
I Beneath Her.
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'is doubtful if he could have had the
heart to denounce her to the world.
When they were ready to leave the
room Hetty had regained control of
her nerves to a most surprising extent,
i condition unmistakably due to the
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Mrs. J. O. Stults and Mrs. James
Bobb were the guests of Nathan
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of her daughter, Mrs. Laura Johnson,
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J. L. Butler and wife, of Sinking
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daughter, Mrs. Lawrence Kessler.
Simpson West and wife were visi
tors in Bainbrldge Saturday.
Miss Grace Havens was the guest of
her sister, Mrs. Cartwright, at Sink
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J. P. Havens- and Venia Rhoads
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Mr. and Mrs. Henry Countryman,
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spend a fewl days with their sons,
Alvia and Glenn.
O, C. WIckerham and wife, and
Mrs. Nan Easton, of Sinking Spring,
accompanied by their relatives, Mr.
and Mrs. Noah "Williams, of Iowa,
took ,suppertat Butler Springs Tues
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Fred Rhoads and daughter, Eva,
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Miss Edith a Holten spent a few
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Misses Jane and Grace Havens spent
Thursday afternoon with Miss Ruth
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H. V. Matthews and wife, Bess L.
Butler and Louise and Berta West
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Tom Countryman, of Mlddletown,
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ternal remedies. Hall's Catarrh Cun li
ta!:en Internally, and acts directly ur i
the blood and mucous surfaces. Hu'i I
Catarrh Curo Is not a quack mcdtc'ne I,
was prescribed by ono ot tho best pti"
slclans In this country for years and 1 j
a regular prescription. It Is compos 4 pi
the best tonics known, combined with t!
best blood purifiers, acting directly on t' "
mucous surfaces. The perfect c-m! In",
tlon of tho two ingredients is w'lat p -duces
such, wonderful results In curlnu
catarrh. Send for testimonials, freo
F. J. CIIDNnY & CO., Propv Tol"-1 O.
Bfld by Druiclsts, prlco 73".
Take Hall's Tamil Villi for coustlpatiuu.
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