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THE NEWS-HERALD, HILLSBORO, OHIO, THURSDAY, AUGUST 13, 1914
The Hollow
of Her Hand
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"You flatter me," he said.
"But," she resumed, calmly exhal
ing, "you very foolishly fell In love
'with some one else, and It wasn't
mecessary for me to pretend that I
was In love with you which I should
liave done, believe me, if you had
tgiven me the chance. You fell in love,
first with Hetty Castleton."
"First?" he cried, frowning.
"And now you are heels over head
In love with my beautiful sister-in-law.
Which all goes to prove that I would
have made Just the kind of wife you
need, considering your tendency to
fluctuate. But how dreadful it would
have been for a sentimental, loving
girl like Hetty!"
He sat bolt upright and stared hard
at her.
"See here, Vlv, what the dickenB are
you driving at? I'm not in love with
Sara not in the least and " He
checked himself sharply. "What an
ass I am! You're guying me."
"In any event, I am right about Het
ty," she said, leaning forward, her man
ner quite serious.
"If it will eaee you mind," he said
Btlffly, "I plead guilty with all my
heart."
She favored him with a slight frown
of annoyance.
"And you deny the fluctuating
charge?"
"Most positively. I can afford to be
honest with you, Viv. You are a
corker. I love Hetty Castleton with
all my soul."
She leaned back In her chair. "Then
Good Heavens, Viv!" He Cried, Un-
comfortably.
why don't you dignify your soul by be
ing honest with her?"
"What do you mean?"
For a half-minute she was silent.
"Are you and I of the same stripe,
after all? Would you marry Sara
without loving her, as I would have
done by you? It doesn't seem like
you, Brandon."
"Good heaven, I'm not going to
marry Sara!" he blurted out "It'a
never entered my head."
"Perhaps it has entered hers."
"Nonsense! She isn't going to
marry anybody. And she knows how I
feel toward Hetty. If It came to the
point where I decided to marry with
out love, 'pon my soul, Viv, I believe
I'd pick you out as the victim."
"Wonderful combination!" she said
with a frank laugh. "The quintes
sence 'no love lost.' But to resume!
Do you know that people are saying
you are to be married before the win
ter ie over?"
"Let 'em say it," he said gruffly.
"Oh, well,' she said, dispatching it
all with a gesture, "if that's the way
you feel about it, there's no more to
be said."
He was ashamed. "I beg your par
don, I shouldn't have aald that."
"You see," she went on, reverting to
the original topic, "people who know
Sara are likely to credit her with mo
tives you appear to be totally ignorant
of. She set her heart on my brother
Challle, when she was a great deal
younger than she is now, and she got
him. If age and experience count for
anything, how capable she must be
by this time."
He was too wise to venture an opin
ion. "I assure you she has no designs
on me."
"Perhaps not But I fancy that even
you could not escape as St Anthony
did. She ie most alluring."
"You don't like her."
"Obviously. And yet I don't dislike
her. She has the virtue of consists
ency, if one may use the expression.
She loved my brother. Leslie says
she should have hated him. We have
itried to like her. I think I have come
nearer to it than airy of the others, not
excepting Leslie, who has always been
tier champion. I suppose you know
ithat he was yowr rival at one time."
"He mentioned it" said Booth drily,
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appointed in her if she had accepted
him,"
"Indeed?"
"I sometimes wonder if Sara spiked
Leslie's guns for him."
"I can tell you something you don't
know, Vivian," said he. "Sara was
rather keen about making a match
there."
I Vivian's smile was slow but trium
phant "That is JUBt what I thought
Thero you are! DoesnT that explain
Sarar
"In a measure, yes. But, you see,
it developed that Hetty cared for some
one else, and that put a stop to every
thing." 1 "Am I to take it that you are the
some one else?"
"Yes," he said soberly.
1 "Then, may I ask why she went
away so suddenly?"
"You may ask, but I can't answer."
"Do you want my opinion? She
went away because Sara, failing in
her plan to marry her off to Leslie,
decided that it would be fatal to a cer
tain project of her own If she re
mained on the field of action. Do I
make myself clear?"
"Oh, you are away off In your con
clusions, Vlv."
"Time will tell," was here cabalistic
rejoinder.
Her father appeared on the lawn
below and called up to them.
"You are wanted at the telephone,
Brandon. I've Just been talking to
Sara."
"Did she call you up, fathor?" asked
Vivian, leaning over the rail.
"Yes. About nothing in particular,
however."
She turned upon Booth with a mock
ing smile. He felt the color rush to
his face, and was angry with himself.
He went to the telephone. Almost
her first words were these:
"What has Vivian been telling you
aDout me, Brandon?"
He actually gasped. "Good heavens,
Sara!"
He heard her low laugh. "So she
has been saying things, has she?" she
asked, "I thought so. I've had It
in my bones tonight."
He was at a loss for words. It was
positively uncanny. As he stood there,
trying to think of a trivial remark, her
laugh came to him again over the wire,
followed by a drawling "good night,"
and then the soughing of the wind
over the "open" wire.
The next day he called her up on
the telephone quite early. He knew
her habits. She would bo abroad In
her gardens by eight o'clock. He re
membered well that Leslie, In com
menting on her absurdly early hours,
had once said that her "early bird"
habit was hereditary: she got it from
Sehastian.
"What put It Into your head, Sara,
that Vivian was saying anything un
pleasant about you last night?"
"Magic," she replied succinctly.
"Rubbish!"
"I have a magic tapestry that trans
ports me, hither and thither, and by
night I always carry Aladdin's lamp.
So, you see, I see and hew everything"
Be sensible."
"Very well. I will be sensible. If
you intend to bo influenced by what
Vivian or her mother said to you last
night, I think you'd be wise to avoid
me from this time on."
Prepared though he was, he blinked
his eyes and said something she didn't
quite catch.
She went on: "Moreover, in addition
to my attainments in the black art,
I am quite as clever as Mr. Sherlock
Holmes in some respects. I really do
some eplendld deducing. In the first
place, you were asked there and I .
was not. Why? Because I was to be I
dlscus&ed. You see "
"Marvelous!" he Interrupted loudly.
"You were to be told that I have
cruel designs upon you."
"Go on, please."
"And all that sort of thing," she
Bald sweeplngly, and he could almost
see the inclusive gesture with her free
hand. He laughed but still marveled
at the Bhrewdness of her perceptions.
"Ill come over this afternoon and
show you wherein you are wrong," he
began, but she interrupted him with a
laugh.
"I am starting for the city before
noon, by motor, to be gone at least a
fortnight"
"What! This is the first I've heard
of It"
Again she laughed. "To be perfect
ly frank with ycu, I hadn't heard of
It myself until Just now. I think I
shall go down to the Homestead with
the Carrolls."
"Hot Springs?"
"Virginia," she added explicitly.
"I say, Sara, what does all this
mean? You "
"And it you should follow me
tlysre, Vivian's estimate of us will not
be so far out of the way as we'd
like to make it"
True to her word, she waB gone
when he drove over later on in the
lay. Somehow, he experienced a
jueer feeling of relief. Not that he
was oppressed by the rather vlvaclouB
opinions of Vivian and her ilk, but
because something told him that Sara
jvbb wavering In her determination to
withhold the secret from him and fled
for perfectly obvious reasons.
He had two commissions among the
Ich Bummer colonists. One, a full
ength portrait of young Bcardsley in
mooting togs, was nearly finished. The
Jther was to be a half-length of Mrs.
Ravenscroft, who wanted one Just like
Hetty Castleton's, except for the eyes,
which she admitted would have to bo
llfferont Nothing was said of the
seventeen yeare' difference In their
iges. Vivian had put oft posing until
Lent.
The Wrandalls departed for Scot
land, and other friends of his began
to desert the country for the city. The
Fortnight passed and another week
besides. Mrs. Ravenscroft decided to
jo to Europe when the picture was
lalMlnlshed.
"You can finish it when I come back
In December, Mr. Booth," ehe said.
"I'll have several new gowns to chooso
from, too."
"I shall be busy all winter, Mrs. Ra
venscroft," he said coldly.
"How annoying," she said calmly,
and that was the end of it all. She
bad made the unpleasant discovery
that It wasn't going to be in the least
like Hetty Castleton's, so why bother
about it?
Booth waited until Sara came out
to superintend the closing of her house
for the winter. He called at South
look on the day of her arrival. He
was struck at once by the curious
change in her appearance and manner.
There was something bleak and deso
late in the vividly brilliant face: the
tired, wistful, harassed look of; one
who has begun to quail and yet fights
on.
"Will you go out with me tomorrow,
uranaon, ror an all-day trip in the
car?" she asked, as they stood to
gether before the open fireplace on
this late November afternoon. Her
eyeB were moody, her voice rather
lifeless.
"Certainly," he said, watching her
closely. Was the break about to come?
"I will stop for you at nine." After
a short pause, she looked up and said:
"I suppose you would like to know
where I am taking you."
"It doesn't matter, Sara."
"I want you to go with me to Bur
ton's Inn."
"Burton's inn."
"That is the place where my hus
band was killed," she said, quite
steadily.
He started. "Oh! But do you
think It best, Sara, to open old wounds
by "
"I have thought it all out, Brandon.
I want to go there Just once. I want
to go into that room again."
CHAPTER XVII.
Once More at Burton's Inn.
Again Sara Wrandall found herself
in that never-to-be-forgotten room at
Burton's inn. On that grim night in
March she had entered without fear
or trembling because she knew what
was there. Now she quaked with a
mighty chill of terror, for she knew
not what was thore in the quiet, now
sequestered room. Burton had told
them on their arrival after a long
drive across country that patrons of
the Inn Invariably asked which room
it was that had been the scene of
the tragedy, and, on finding out, re
fused point-blank to occupy it. In
flJUMiiS
Her Eyes Were Moody, Her Voice
Rather Lifeless.
consequence be had been obliged to
transform it into a sort of store and
baggage room.
I Sara stood in the middle of the
murky room, for the shutters had long"
been closed to the light of day, and
looked about her in awe at the hetero
geneous mass of boxes, trunks, bun
dles and rubbish, scattered over the
floor without care or system. She had
closed the door behind her and was
quite alone. Light sneaked in through
the cracks In the shutters, but so
meagerly that it only served to in
crease the gloom. A dismantled bed
stead stood heaped up in the corner.
! She did not have to be told what bed
it was. tThe mattress was there too,
iuiiuu uy aim ueu wuu a mien garden
rope. She knew there were dull, ugly
blood stains upon It Why the thrifty
Burton had persevered in keeping
this useless article of furniture, she
could only surmise. Perhaps it was
held as an Inducement to the morbidly
curious who always seek out the grue
some and gloat even as they shudder.
For a long time she stood immov
able Just inside the door, recalling
the horrid plctuie of another day. She
tried to imagine the scene that bad
been enacted there with gentle, lov
able Hetty Glynn and her- whilom
husband as the principal characters.
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Cho girl had told the whole story of
that ugly night Sara tried to see It
as it actually had transpired. For
months this present enterprise bad
been in her mind: the desire to see
the place again, to go there with old
impressions which sho could leavo be
hind when ready to emerge in a new
frame of mind. It was true that she
meant to shake off the shackles of a
horrid dream, to purge herself of the
last vestige of bitterness, to cleanse
her mind of certain thoughts and mem
ories. Downstairs Eooth waited for her.
Ho heard the story of the tragedy from
the Innkeeper, who crossly maintained
that his business had been ruined.
Booth was vaguely impressed, he knew
not why, by Burton's description of
the miBsing woman. "I'd say she was
about the size of Mrs. Wrandall her
self, and much the same Agger," he
said, as he had said a thousand tlmos
before. "My wife noticed it the min
ute she saw Mrs. Wrandall. Same
height and everything."
A bell rang sharply and Burton
glanced over his shoulder at the indi
cator on the wall behind the desk. He
gave a great start and his jaw sagged.
"Great Scott!" he gasped. A curi
ous graynees stole over his face. "It's
It's the bell in that very room. My
soul, what can "
"Mrs. Wrandall Is up there, rfn't
she?" demanded Booth.
"It ain't rung since the night he
pushed the button for Oh, geei
You're right She is up there. My,
what a scare it gave me." He wiped
his brow. Turning to a boy, he com
manded him to answer the bell. The
boy went slowly, and as he went he
removed his hands from his pockets.
He came back an instant later, more
swiftly than he went, with the word
that "the lady un there wanted Mr.
Booth to come upstairs.
She was waiting for him in the open
doorway. A shaft of bright sunlight
from a window at the end of the hall
fell upon her. Her face was colorless,
haggard. He paused for an Instant to
contrast her as she stood there in the
pitiless light with the vivid creature
he had put upon canvas so recently.
She beckoned to him and turned
back into the room. He followed.
"This is the room, Brandon, where
my husband met the death he de
served," she said quietly.
"Deserved? Good heavens, Sara,
are you "
"I want you to look about you and
try to picture how this place looked
on the night of the murder. You have
a vivid Imagination. None of this
rubbish was here. Just a bed, a table
and two chairs. There was a carpet
on the floor. There were two people
here, a man and a woman. The wom
an had trusted the man. She trusted
him until the hour in which he died.
Then she found him out She had
come to this place, believing it was
to be her wedding night She found
no minister here. The man laughed at
her and scoffed. Then she knew. In
horror, shame, desperation she tried
to break away from him. Ho was
strong. She was a good woman; a
virtuous, honorable woman. She saved
herself."
He was staring at her with dilated
eyes. Slowly the truth was being
borne in upon him.
"The woman was Hetty?" came
hoarsely from his stiffening lips. "My
God, Sara!"
She came close to him and spoke
in a half-whisper. "Now you know the
secret Is it safe with you?"
He opened his lips to speak, but no
wordB came forth. Paralysis seemed
to have gripped not only his throat
but his senses. He reeled. She
grasped his arm In a tense, fierce way, i
and whispered: '
"Be careful! No one must hear
what we are saying." She shot a
glance down the deserted hall. "No
one is near. I made sure of that.
Don't speak! Think first think well,
Brandon Booth. It is what you have
been seeking for months the truth.
You share the secret with ub now.
Again I aek, is it safe with you?"
"My God!" he muttered again, and .
passed his hand over his eyes. His
brow was wet He looked at his fin
gers dumbly as if expecting to find
them covered with blood. I
"Is it safe with you?" for the third
time.
"Safe? Safe?" he whispered, follow
ing her example without knowing that
he did so. "I I can't believe you,
Sara. It can't be true."
"It is true."
"You have known all this time?" ' ' an automobile wind shield be
"From that night when I stood where rubbed with dry, pure soap and pol
we are standing now." ished with asllk cloth less moisture
"And and ehe?" wm accumulate.
T had never seen her until that , ,
He'dronnJJ", tu ' HeMarry me, dear, and I will
f&255 make,,t,my duty t0 atlcate '
face In his hands. For a long time Very wlsh'
she stood over him, her interest dlyid- She But are you sure that your
ed between him and the hall, wherein anticipations would be realized? Bos
lay their present peril. ton Transcript.
"Come," she said at last "Pull your-1 "
self together. We must leave this ' Thirteen was the sacred number of
place, if you are not careful they the Mexicans and ancient people of
will suspect something downstairs." Yucatan. Their week had 13 days
Ha TnAlrA . -..11. i
Bf,,rtvina IT . .Tu nn?pro eyes,
studying her face with curious intent- .
ness.
"What manner of woman are you,
Sara?" he questioned, slowly, won
dqrlngly. "I have Just discovered that I am
very much like other women, after
all," she Bald. "For awhile I thought
I was different, that I was stronger
than my sex. But I am Just sb weak,
Just as much to be pitied, Just as
much to be scorned qb any one of my
sisters, I have spoiled a great act
by stooping to do a mean one. God
will bear witness that my thoughts
were noble at the outset; my heart
was soft But come! There is much
more to tell .that cannot be told here,
ou shall know everything." '
They went downstairs and out Into
tno crisp autumn air. She gave direc
tions to her chauffeur. They woro
to traverse for some distance the same
road sho hnd taken on that ill-fated
night a year and a half before In
course of time the motor approached
a well-remembered railway crossing.
"Slow down, Cole," sho snid. "This
is a mean place a very mean place."
Turning to Booth, who had been sit
ting grim and silent beside her for
miles, sho Bald, lowering her voice: "I
remember that crossing yonder. There
is a sharp curve beyond. This is the
place. Midway between the two
crossings, I should say. Please re
member thts part of the road, Bran
don, when I come to the telling of
that night's ride to town. Try to pic
ture this spot this smooth, straight
road as U might be on a dark, freezing
night in the very thick of a screaming
blizzard, with all the world abed save
two women."
In his mind he began to draw the
picture, and to place the two women
In the center of it without knowing
the circumstances. There was some
thing fascinating in the study he was
making, something gruesome and full
of sinister possibilities for the hand
of a virile painter. He wondered how
near his imagination was to placing
the central figures in the picture as
they actually appeared on that secret
night
At sunset they went together to the
little pavilion at the end of the pier
which extended far out into the sound.
Here they were safe from tho ears
of eavesdroppers. The boats had been
stowed away for the winter. The
wind that blew through the open pa
vilion, now shorn of all Its comforts
and luxuries, was cold, raw and repel
ling. No one would disturb them hero.
With her face set toward the sinking
east, she leaned against one of the
thick posts, and in a dull, emotionless
voice, laid bare the'wholo story of that
dreadful night and the days that fol-
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spared not herself In the narration,
(To be continued.)
CATALPA GROVE.
August 10, 1914
Miss Alva'.Roush spent several days
last week with her aunt, Mrs. Maggie
Roush.
Miss Maud-Nave, of Mowrystown,
spent Wednesday night with Mrs.
Albert Davidson.
Mrs. Nora Lewis and daughter,
Lora, were the guests of Mrs. Jane
Smith and daughter, Edna, Saturday
afternoon.
Misses Elizabeth and Ersyl Walker
are visiting at the home of Clark Cad
wallador. Arnold and Hugh Wilkin spentSun
day afternoon with Maurice and Ova
Lewis.
Mrs. Harry Stockwell and two sons,
of Norwood, spent a few days last
week with ;her sister, Mrs. Owen
Roush.
Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Dunlap, of Frog
town, spent Sunday afternoon with
Clark Cadwallader and family.
H. R. Wilkin and family and Henry
Pence and wife were the guests of
Samuel Wilkin and family Sunday.
Ruth and Mozelle Cad waller spent
last week with relatives near Ander
son Crossing.
Ellis Roberts and family, of Russell,
Wilkin and I
spent Sunday with A. E,
family.
Vernon LSole Land wife and son,
Ernest, spent Sunday with her par
ents, Mr. and Mrs. Alvln Louderback,
of Hollowtown.
Mrs. Walter Cadwallader and son,
Lee, were callers here Tuesday.
B. F. Cochranland daughter. Ethel.
spent Sunday with Nathaniel Wilkin
and family. ,
Ira Cadwallader and family spent
Sunday, with Ben Wilkin and wife, of
Russell
Ed. Lewis and wife and daughter,
Lora, spent Sunday with relatives at
Mowrystown.
Miss Anna Carpenter entertained
friends from Lynchburg Saturday and
Sunday.
and they had 13 snake gods,
Wife (entering room ringing her
hands with an expression of extreme
agony) Now I've done it. But it
serves me right for not turning on the
light. I might have known I would
make a mistake.
Husband (who is reading the papers)
Great guns I What have you done?
Taken bichloride ?
Wife Bichloride ? No. I put a 2
cent stamp on a postcard. Columbia
Jester.
Early history points very clearly to
the West Indies and the adjacent
mainland as tho original home of the
yellow fever mosquito.
Teachers' Examination.
The Highland county Hoard of School fix
amlners hereby elves st tlce that examlna
tlons of Applicants of Certificates will take
Piml,n the Washington School Bulldm.
HUlsboro, on the flrst Saturday of every
month
..?alrs.on examinations wlllbe held on the
L,Md,.?atuV1.ay of Apr11 ana on tIle "r
Saturday of May.
As prescribed by law, the fee for teachers
examinations will be 60 cents, while, for
Patterson examinations no fee is charged.
O. A. Tbnbii, Sinking Spring, Pres.
adv W. U. Vance, HUlsboro, Vice Pres.
H. B. Gaujett, Lynchburg, Sea.
DANVILLE.
Aug. 10, 1914.
Mrs. Floyd Roush and little son. of
Cincinnati, are the guests of relatives
and friends here.
George Larrlck and wife, of South
Liberty, spent Sunday with Homer
Burton and wife.
Mrs. Ben Carr, of Blanchester, is
visiting her brother, Wm. Stockwell
and wife. George Pugh and wife, of
HUlsboro, and Mrs. Blza Wilkin and
son, Gail, were also guests at the Stock
well home Sunday.
Miss Lola Lemon, of Middletown.
was the guest of Frank Hawk and
family last week.
Mrs. Ella Wood visited her sister,
Mrs. Jane Custer, in HUlsboro, and
attended tho fair.
Hugh Stockwoll spent Saturday and
Sunday at Peebles.
The school teachers from here at
tended Teachers Institute in Hills
boro last week.
Clarence Cochran and wife and
Leonard Roush and family attended
the Roush Reunion near Pricetown,
Sunday.
Mrs. Frank Story and two children
' and Mls "NT-mmi sti,n c.i
fioir ,..- 4. j . , oyug
. fleld- have returned home after a two
weeks visit with the former's parents,
a. a. btockwell and wife.
Edward Knauer is at home suffering
a severe attack of neuralgia and ma'
laria fever.
G. A. Berry and wife, Misses Josie
Wilkin, Marglne Cailey, Lestie Blshlr,
Gus Cailey, Carl Stockwell and Chester
Cochran spent from Tuesday until
Friday camping on Brushcreek and
were much pleased with their outing.
Mrs. La von Gossett and baby are
visiting Alva Robinson and wife, at
East Danville, this week.
MIssThursia Young, our efficient
telephone operator, spent from Satur
day until Monday with her cousin,
Mrs. James Cochran, at East Danville,
and attended the show there Saturday
night.
Mrs. D. W. Brown and Mrs. L. 0.
Stockwell are on the sick list
Walter Lemon and family, of HUls
boro, visited relatives here Sunday.
Jake Roads, of Monroe, Iowa, is the
guest of his uncle, John Roush, and
wife.
A large crowd attended the .Hills
boro fair from' here last week and
report asplendid fair with good racing.
VV. H. Halfacre, Dexter, Mo., bought
Foley Kidney Pills for Mrs. Halfacre,
who was down on her back with kid
neys so sore he had to help her move.
He says, "She would cry with pain
across her kidneys: but after she took
the second bott,e of Fley Kidney Pills
sue was as wen ana strong as ever."
adv Garrett & Ayres
PLEASANT HILL.
Aug. 10, 1914.
Mrs. Oliver returned to HUlsboro
Tuesday after spending a few days
with her daughter, Mrs. Ralph Sprln-
kle,
Miss Florence Prlne spent Satur-
dav night with Mrs. Isaac Lemon at
Hoaglands
Mrs. Starling Lemon and son spent
last week with her mother, Mrs. Ut
man, in HUlsboro.
Edgar Dodds and wife and Miss
Willemlna Dodds, of near Bainbrldge,
spent a few days last week with Chas.
Slmbro and family.
Rev. Stanley Wilkin, of Mowrys
town, spent Monday night with H. G.
Powell and family.
Staoy Dumford, wife and son, of Bu
ford, spent a few days last week with
Will Johnson and family.
'Emerson Hathaway, wife and two
daughters, Helen and Zelpha. spent
Saturday night and Sunday with their
son, Stanley, at Allensburg.
Geo. Prine, wife and son, Gao., were
very pleasantly entertained by James
Hixson and family at Willettsville,
Sunday.
Miss Grace Slmbro and brother,
Wilbur, spent from Friday until Sun
day with their sister, Mrs. Edgar
Dodds, near Balnbridge.
Miss Ethel Groves, of Blanchester,
is spending a few days with Miss Grace
Slmbro.
Chas. Slmbro and wife entertained
on Sunday, Mrs. B. F. Smith, Mrs.
Mattie McCann, Frank Wlllison and
wife and John Welty.
How to Cure a Sprain.
A sprain may be cured In about one
third the time required by the usual
treatment by applying Chamberlain's
Liniment and observing the directions
with each bottle. For sale by All
Dealers. adv
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