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THE NEW-HERALDf HILLSBORO, OHIO, THURSbAY, AUGUST 20, 1914
of Her Hand
He did not once interrupt her. AH
the time she was speaking ho was
studying the profile of her face as If
fascinated by Its strange Immobility.
For the matter of a full half-hour he
eat on the rail, his back against a post,
his arms folded across the breast of
the thick ulster he wore, staring at
her, drinking in every word of the
story she told. A look of surprise
crept Into his face when she came to
the 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
by utter scorn as she went on with
the recltaf. 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 vindlctlveness; her re
flections on the triumph she was to
enjoy when her alms were fully at
tained. She confessed to a genuine
pity for Hetty Castleton from the be
ginning, but it was outweighed by that
thing she could only describe as an
obsession 1 . . . How she hated the
Wrandalls! . . . Then came the
real awakening: when the truth came
to her ae a revelation from God. Hetty
had not been 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 raonthB
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 she 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 evli 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
was 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'wa
not I the noblest of all women in her
eyes? God! And to think of what I
had planned for her!"
This was the end of the story.
The words died away In a sort of
whimpering wail, failing In with the
wind 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 for her, mingling strangely with
what "was left of scorn and horror.
What could he say to her?
At last she turned to him. "Now
Vou know all that I can tell you of
Author of "Graustarkr
ILLUSTRATIONS ty EILSWCRIHTOUNG
GEORGE BARR MCCUTCHEOB
. DODD.WEAD JK COWFAMx
Hetty Castleton of Hetty Glynn. You
could not have forced this from me,
Brandon. She would not tell you. It
was left for me to do in my own good
time. Well, I have spoken. What
have you to sayf
He Dropped Suddenly Upon the Trunk.
"I can only say, Sara, that I thann
God for everything," he said slowly.
"I thank God for you, for her and
for everything. I thank God that she
found him out in time, that she killed
him, that, you ehielded her, that you
failed to carry out ' your devilish
scheme, and that your heart is very
"You do not despise me?"
, "No. I am sorry for you."
Her eyes narrowed. "I don't want
you to feel sorry for me."
"You don't understand. I am sorry
for you because you have found your
self out and must be despising your
self." "You have guessed the truth. I de
spise myself. But what could be ex
pected of me?" she asked ironically.
"As th Wrandalls would eay, 'blood
"Nonsense! Don't talk like that!
It is quite unworthy of you. In spite
of everything, Sara, you are wonder
ful. The very thing you tried to do,
the way you went about it, the way
you surrender, makes for greatness in
you. If you had gone on with it and
succeeded, that fact alone would have
put you in the class with the great,
strong, yirile women of history. It "
"With the Medicis, the Borgias
and " she began bitterly.
"Yea, with them. But they were
great women, juBt the same. You are
greater, for you have more than they
possessed: a conscience.- I wish I
could tell you Just what I feel. 1 .
haven't the words. I "
"I only want you to tell me the
truth. Do you despise me?"
"Again I say that I do not. ,1 can
only say that I regard you with yes,
"As one might think of a deadly
"Hardly that," he said, smiling for
the first time. He crossed over and
laid his hand on her shoulder. "Don't
think too meanly of yourself. I under
stand it all. You lived for months
without heart, that's all."
"You "put it very gently."
"I think 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?"
She hesitated. "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. I
am glad that my project failed, not for
their sake, but for my own.", I
He .was silent. This, woman was be
yond him. He could not understand a
nature like this. I
"You 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
"I am going to make her my wife,"
be said levelly.
She turned away. It was now quite
dark. He could not see the expres
sion on her face.
"What you have heard does not
weaken your love for her?'
"No. It strengthens It,"
"You know what sho has done. Bho
has taken a life with her own bands.
Can you take nor to your bosom, can
you make her the mother of your own
children? Remember, there is blood
! V. S
uu ner nuntra.
"Ah, but her heart Ik clean I"
"True," she said moodily, -"her heart
"No cleaner than yours is now,
She uttered a short, mocking laugh.
"It isn't necessary to say a thing
like' that to me."
"I Iftg your pardon."
Her manner changed abruptly. She
turned to him, intense and serious.
"She Is so far away, Brandon. On
the other Bide of the world, and she
Is full of loathing for me. How am 1
to regain what I have lost? How am
1 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
theso 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 I" Then
Bhp 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
"You will not ask her to come?"
"No. ft 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
She gave him a quick, searching
"She may refuse to marry you, 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."
8he whirled oo him angrily. "The
law? What has the law to do with
H? Don't be a fool!"
"She ought to be legally exoner
ated," he said. v
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 hie relief. "Right! It
t must go no farther. It is not a mat
ter for the law to decide. You may
"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
"By Jove, Sara, this is bad," he
cried, In distress. "You're chilled to
"Nerves," she retorted, and he
how felt 'that her lips were set and
"You must get to bed right away.
Hot bath, mustard, and all that. I'll
This Woman Was Beyond Him.
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, hut 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 1 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 bearing from
her?" he cried sharply.
l "Nt directly. But I will say this
much: there has not been a, day since
Bb-e landed In England that I have not
r 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,
"Her maid is a very faithful serv
ant' was her ambiguous rejoinder.
He walked home awiftjy through
i in ZZ Bli
the early night, his brain seething with
tumultuous thoughts. The revela
tions of the day were staggering; the
whole universe Beemed to have turned,
topsy-turvy since that devastating
hour at Burton's inn. Somehow ho
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 eplto 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 I
He could not drive her out of his
thoughts, evenwhen 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 l
peneci one out oi ms mougnis tor me
time oeing. tie iouna u aimcuu to
concentrate his thoughts on Hetty I
How white and 111 Sara had looked
when she said good night to him at
the doort The memory of her dark,
mysterious eyes haunted him; ho
could see them In the night about him.
They had been full of pain; there wero
torrents of tears behind them. They
had glistened as if burnished by the
fires of fever.
Even as he wrote his long, trlum- (
phnnt letter to Hetty Castleton, the
picture of Sara Wrandall encroached
upon his mental vision. He could not
drive it out. He thought of her ae
she" had appeared to him early in the
spring; through all the varying stages
of their growing intimacy; through the
interesting days when he vainly tried
to translate her matchless beauty by
means of wretched pigments; up to
this present hour in which she wad
revealed, and yet not revealed, to hlro.
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 waB 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
nvpr thin nUimnnrtint missive At
over this al. 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
sure to read this letter a great many
times, and always with the view to
finding something between the lines:
such as pity, resignation, an enforced
conception of loyalty, or even faith!
He meant that she should flhd noth
ing there but love. It was full of ten
derness, full of hope, full of promise.
He was coming to her with a stead
fast, enduring love In his heart, he
sorae-twanted her now more than ever before.
There was no mention of Challis
Wrandall, and but once was Sara's
uame used. There was nothing in
the letter that could have betrayed
their joint secret to the most acute
outsider, and yet she would under
stand that he had wrung everything
from Sara's lips. Her secret was hid.
He decided that it would not be safe
to anticipate the letter by a cable
gram. It was not likely that any mes
sage he could send would have the
desired effect. Instead of reassuring
her, in all probability it would create
Sleep did not come to him until after
three o'clock. At two he got up and
deliberately added a postscript to tho
letter he had written. It was In the
nature of a poignant plea for Sara
Wrandall. Even as he penned these
lines, he shuddered at the thought of
what she had planned to do to Hetty
Castleton. Staring hard at the black
window before him, the p'en still in
bis hand, he allowed his thoughts to
dwell so intimately on the subject of
his well-meant postscript that her
ashen face with Its burning eyes
seemed to take shape in the night
beyond. It was a long time before
he could-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!
When he reached Southlook in the
morning, he found that nearly all of
the 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 Woe
an air of finality about their move
ments. "Yes, sir," said Watson, In reply
to bis question, ''we are in a rush.
Mrs. Wrandall expects to closo the
'ouso this evening, sir. We all go up
this afternoon, I suppose you know,
sir, we 'ave, taken a new apartment
"No!" exclaimed Booth.
"Yes, sir, we 'ave, sir. They've
been decorating It for the pawst two
weeks. Seems llko she didn't care for
the old one we 'ad. As a matter of
fact, I didn't care much .or it, either.
She's taken one of them hexpenstve
ones looking out over the park, sir,
You know we used to look out over
Madison avenue, sir, and God knows
It wasn't hlnsplrin'. Yes, sir, we go
up this afternoon-. Mrs. Wrandall
will be down In a second, thank you,
Booth actually was startled by her
appearance when she entered the
room a fewjmlnutee later,
"My dear Sara," he cried anxiously,
"this is too bad. You are making
yourself HI. Come, come, this won't
"Isshall bo all right In a day or
two," she said, with a weary little
gesture. "I have been nervous, The
tttrnln wnn inn prnat Ttrnnrinn Thin
is the reaction you might eay."
"Your hand Is hot, your eyes look
feverish. You'd hotter see your doc
tor as Boon as you get to town. An
ounce of prevention, you know."
"Well," shh said, with a searching
look Into his eyes, "have you written
"Yes. Posted It at seven o'clock
"I trust you did not go bo far as
to well, to 'volunteer a word In my
, behalf. You were not to do that, you
I He looked uncomfortable. "I'm
afraid I did take your name in vain,"
he equivocated. "You are a a won
derful woman, Sara," he wont 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.
omotIon that took posSe8slon of him.
she ignored the tribute. "You will
persuade her to come to New York
"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
ing. You may be interested in what
he has to say of Hetty nd 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 ho is hardly to be blamed
"I will read his letter to you," -she
said,, and there was no little signifi
cance In the 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 waB 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 explalued,
turning to the window for light. She
glanced swiftly over the first page
until she found the place where she
M..t Ul.. I f n..n ZJnitv
liieaui. iu uegiu. i oujjiiudu nunj i
Castleton has written that we mot ,
in Lucerne two weeks ago,' " she read.
"Curious coincidence in connection
with it, too. I was with her father,
Col. Braid Castleton, whon we came
upon her most unexpectedly, i ran
.rna h, , p..,,. .. worn thn
a atlon meet andsot to know him
avlatlon m,eet ana 8 l0 ? , VT
rather weU He,8 a flne 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 tetters. 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 misfortune to miss oldIurgat
royd's funeral, I can readily see where
in the saying "blood will tell" applies
to her. He Is a prince. He came over
. T, T Ti h,7hh
left Hetty In Lucerne, and I had him
in to meet mother and Vivian at Clar
Idge'e. They like him Immensely. He
set us straight on a good many points
concerning the Glynn and Castleton
families. Of course, I knew they wero
among the best over here, but I didn't
know howjlne 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 bad 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 hack 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, ho is eager to
make the sale 'Gad, I almost had
to beg him to take the money. Ter
ru,iy prouS nnd haughty, as the butler
would say. He said he wouldn't sleep wn Mrs. a. u. wans aim lamiiy.
well until -he has returned the filthy j Mrs. Jesse Wise called on Mrs. Har
lucre. We are looking for him back ey Suiters Sunday afternoon,
any hour now. But if he shouldn't get i TT-.i d..i. .. .mii,. 'jj
here by Friday, we will sail without ' IIarle? Su,ters!a"? faI,y J a"
him. He said he would follow by the Camp meeting at Elmvllle Sunday.
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 Lesjlel" She laughed softly.
"He'U not show ud. eh?"
(To be continued.)
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Dated this 18th day of August A. D.. lSu
adv J. D. Woblkv,
Probate Judge of said County
The 111 eh land countr oard ot School Ex
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Filace In ine Wasklngtou School Building,
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Patterson examinations no tec Is charged
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55 bu. per acre C. H. icoln Co,, N. O.
New wheat 10 bu. - , others 15 bu.
Counted 00 heads from rain ot wheat
J. It. McH , Stewart j. Yield 50 bu.
per acre W. 41. i' , ji.ou oo It v.
If you grow winter wheat you owe
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new wheafc- money saved right
now .and more bushels of wheat for
you next Harvest. Whether you sow
J one aero or many this should interest
you more than anything else printed
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, this advertisement or write today for
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catalog, photographs, complete let
ters from growers, etc.
0. K, Seed Store, Dept. 165.
Indianapolis, Indiana. odv.
Aug. 17, 1914.
Mrs. Byrl Mason and daughter, Mora
and Miss Carrie Carlisle called on Ber
ryville friends Thursday.
Mrs. Elroy Lucas and son, of West
Union, and Walter Lucas and family,
ofWest Wood vllle, were visiting A
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,, uui.aa auu itiiuAtj uiic 1001, noon.
George Miller and family and F. M.
Main and family took dinner with
Burch Miller and family Sunday
Lewis Cameron and family, of near
New Petersburg, spent Saturday night
with Gatch Spruatice and wife.
Rev. Clark and wife were guests of
Mrs. Ella Burnett Sunday.
Gatch Spruance spent the past week
with relatives at Hlllsboro, Fall Creek:
anu New Petersburg.
Miss Cricket Gabriel, of Columbus,
visited O. II. Hughes and wife, several
days last week.
Mrs. F. M. Main and Miss Golda
Farming, of Samantlia, spent Thurs
day with Frank Kelly and wife
Mrs. Burch Greenfield and children,
of Missouri, spent several days visiting
Harley Suiters and family. '
Mrs. Millard Kneisley visited Harry
Wright and family Saturday night.
Mrs. Wright and children returned
home with her for a week's visit.
I Miss Osa Spruance, of near Prospect,
called on home folks Sunday.
James Creed and family spgnt from
Thursday until Saturday with rela
tives at Lynchburg and attended the
I M,ss Mvrt'B Watts sPent Sunday
He Marry me, dear, and I will
make it my duty to anticipate your
She But aje you sure that your
anticipations would be realized? Bos
State of Ohio, city of Toledo. l
. Xucaa County". I-
Frank J. Cheney makes oath that ha It
senior partner of the firm of IT. J, Chtsnev
ft Co., doing business in the City of To
ledo, County and State aforesaid, and
that said firm will pay the sum ot OS
HUNDRED DOLLARS for each and ev
ery case of Catarrh that cannot ba cur"d
by the uso of HALL'S CATARRH CUKC,
FRANK J. CHENEY.
Sworn to before me and subscribed it
my presence this 6th day fit December;
A. LI. wo.
A. W. GLBASON,
Hall's Catarrh Cure la taken tnternallj
nd acts dlrectlv noon the blood and mu
And acts directly upon the blood and ma
com imrfaces of uio system. Bend foi
, F. J. CHENEY. & CO., Toledo.
Bolrl ty all Druu1st. 75c
Xafc U&U'b Jfamlly Fill tor eonatipaUna.