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THE NEWS-HgpfLD. HILLSBORO, OHIO, THURSDAY, SfePTEMBER 10, 1914.
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The Hollow
of Her Hand
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George Barr
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Stop, Mr. Wrandall!" commanded
Sara, noting the ashen face of the girl.
"Don't let the fact escape you that I
nm the guilty person. Don't forget
that she owed her freedom, If not her
life to me. I alone kept her from
giving herself up to the law. All that
has transpired since that night In
March must be placed to my account.
Hetty CaBtleton has been my prisoner.
She has rebelled a thousand times and ,
t t,o on,oHnnf ,v Pronto h.it
by love! Do you understand? De-
,,,. ho- invo fnr onH hOM,,BB
"i" " " -" "
ehe believed that I loved her, she sub
mitted. You are not to accuse her,
Mr. Wrandall. Accuse me! I am on
trial here. Hetty Castleton is a wit
ness against me, If you choose to call
upon her as such. If not, I shall ask
her to speak hi my defense, if she can
do so."
"This is lunacy!" cried Mr. Wran
dall, coming to his feet. "I don't care
what your motives may have been.
They do not make, her any less a mur
deress. She "
"We must give her over to the po
lice " began hie .wife, struggling to
her feet. She staggered. It was
Booth who stepped quickly to her side
to support her. Leslie was staring at
Hetty.
Vivian touched her father's arm.
She was very pale but vastly more
composed than the others.
"Father, listen to me," she sa'd. Her
voice trembled in spite of her effort
to control It. "We are condemning
Miss Castleton unheard. Let us hear
everything before we "
"Good God, Vivian! Do you mean
to"
"How can we place any reliance on
what she may say?" cried Mrs. Wran
dall.
"Nevertheless," said Vivian firmly.
I for one shall not condemn her un-
"And So You Are the One We Have
Been Hunting for All These Months."
heard. I mean to be as fair to her as
Sara has been. It shall not be said
that all the Wrandalls are smaller
than Sara Gooch!"
"My child " began her father in
credulously. His jaw dropped sud
denly. His daughter's shot had landed
squarely ln the heart of the Wrandall
pride.
"If she has anything to say" said
'Mrs. Wrandall, waving Booth aside
and sinking stiffly into her chair. Her
husband sat down. Their Jaws set
hard.
"Thank you, Vivian," said Sara, sur
prised ln spite of herself. "You are
nobler than I "
"Please don't thank me, Sara," said
Vivian Icily. "I was-speaklng for Miss
Castleton."
Sara flushed. "I suppose It is use
less to ask you to be fair to Sara
Gooch, as you choose to call me."
"Do you feel ln your heart that we
still owe you anything?"
"Enough of this, Vivian," spoke up
'her father harshly. "If Miss Castle
ton desires to speak we will listen to
her. I must advise you, Miss Castle
ton, that the extraordinary disclosures
made by my daughter-in-law do not
lessen your culpability. We do not in
sist on this confession from you. You
deliver It at your own risk. I want
to be fair with you. If Mr. Carroll
is your counsel, he may advise you
now to refuse to make a statement."
Mr. Carroll bowed slightly ln 'the
igeneral direction of the Wrandalls. "I
i)ave already advised Miss Castleton
to state the case fully and completely
to you, Mr. Wrandall. It was I who
originally suggested this well, what
you might call a private trial for her.
I am firmly convinced that when you
have heard her story, you, as her
judges, will acquit her of the charge
of murder. Moreover, you will be con
tent to let your own verdict end the
matter, uparlng yourselves thp shame
and Ignominy of having her Btory told
In a criminal court for the delectation
of an eager but somewhat implacable
world."
"Your language is extremely un
jjleaBaot Mr. Carroll," said Mr. Wran-
h
ill '
II I, j
I Mmimm W
MCutcheon
Author of "Graustarkr
"li-uxton Kingletc.
ILLUSTRATIONS y ELLSWCEIUKDUKG
OOPVRiaHT-1912- BY
GEORGE BARH. MCCUTCU60M
COPYRIC3KT.191t.EY
XK3DD. MEAD G- COMPAHY
dull coldly.
"I meant to speak kindly, sir."
"Do you mean, sir, that we will let
lio mrHa root attar Vlonrlnc tn
"That Is precisely what I mean, Mr.
Wrandall. You will not consider her
guilty of a crime. Please bear In
mind this fact: but for Sara and Miss
Castleton you would not have known
the truth. Miss Castleton could not
be convicted in a court of Justice. Nor
will she be convicted here this eve-
nlf;, ln hl "ttIof "? of ur18," .
Miss Castleton Is not on trial," In-
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luruu&cu ouiu uniuii. x uiu iuc ui1
fender. She has already been tried
und proved Innocent."
Leslie, in his impatience, tapped
sharply on the table with his seal ring.
"Please let her tell the Btory. Per
mit me to say. Miss Castleton, that
you will not And the Wrandalls as
harsh and vindictive as you may have
been led to believe."
Mrs. Wrandall passed her hand over
her eyes. "To think that we have
been friendly to this girl all these "
Calm yourself, my dear," said her
husband, after a glance at his son HJdUCd a -di ui iiuiin
and daughter, a glance of unspeak- I j i
able helplessness. He could not un- gIOWn TVC, ailCl iiaVe
derstand them. . TT' 1
As Hetty arose, Mrs. Wrandall sen- COITling 3. Cai JYLlChl
lor lowered her eyes and not once did "
she look up during the recital that gan rye, and the pHCe
followed. Her hands were lying limply & J '
in her lap, and she breathed heavily, ' QCp npr U.,
almost stertorlously. The younger I5 -'-'- LCI UU.
Wrandalls leaned forward with their
clear, unwavering gaze fixed on the
earnest face of the young English
woman who had slain their brother.
"You have heard Sara 'accuse her
self," said the girl slowly, dispassion
ately. "The shock was no greater to
you than it was to me. All that she
has 8al ,B ' anV til1 woul,d. '
. . , . .. ? ,
, unarralgned. We were agreed that I
should throw myself on vour mercy.
I Mr. Carroll said that you were fair Charlotte, of Wilmington, are spent
and just people, that you would not ing a few days with his uncle, Frank
condemn me under the circumstances. . Wllllson.
But that Sara should seek to take the Chas slmDro and family spent Tues-
, blame is" ' day at the home of Mrs. Sarah Rich-
Alas my dear, I am to blame " said ard wesfc of H1sboro.
Knro cs h q 1 i t o- hot homl "Riir for mo
your story would have been told Miss Florence Prlne, who has been
months ago, the courts would havo visiting relatives in Brown countj
cleared you, and all the world would returned home Wednesday afternoon,
have execrated my husband for the she was accompanied home by her
thing he did my husband and your uncie, Wilson Trine, who will visit
son, Mrs. Wrandall whom we both f riends here for a few days,
loved. God believe me, I think I loved ., , , , , , . ,,, .
him more than all of you put to- Mrs- Chrls- Rocke). of Hillsboro,
gether!" spent Thursday afternoon with her
She eat down abruptly and burled ' sister, Mrs. Rollo Powell,
her face in her arms on the edge of I Jack Frye and wife and Mrs. Cathe
the table. J rjne Hlbler called on Geo. Prlne and
"If I could only Induce you to for- family, Thursday afternoon,
give her," began Hetty, throwing out , . ,,.,. ., . , , .
her hands to the Wrandalls, only to be Ea,rl Wllllson wife and daughter,
met by a gesture of repugnance from Charlotte, Frank Wllllson ana wife
the grim old man. and John Welty were entertained
"Your story, Miss Castleton," he Thursday evening by Chas. Simbro
said hoarsely. and family.
"From the beginning, if you please," ' Chas. Prlne and Mr. Howl, of Hills
added the lawyer quietly. "Leave out bor0t called on Geo, Prine anti family,
nothing.1
Clearly, steadily and with the ut
most sincerity ln her voice and man-
ner, the girl began the story of her mington, were entertained Sunday by
life. She passed hastily over the ear- Frank Wllllson and wife.
Her periods, frankly exposing the un- i Geo. Prine and family were enter
happy conditions attending her home tained Dy chas. Simbro and family,
life, her subsequent activities as a oun(jav
performer on the London stage after .
Colonel Castleton's defection; the few I Mrs- Chas. Whlsler and Misses Helen
months devoted to posing for Hawk- Whisler, Evangeline Nellis and Ara
right, the painter, and later on her Arnett, of Hillsboro, spent Wednes
engagement as governess in the day afternoon with Geo. Prlne and
wealthy Budlong family. She devoted
some time and deflniteness to her first
encounter with Challls Wrandall on
board the west-bound steamer, an in
cident that came to pass in a perfectly
natural way. Her deck chair stood
next to his, and he was not slow in
making himself agreeable. It did not
occur to her till long afterwards that
be deliberately had traded positions
with an elderly gentleman who'occu
pled the chair on the first day out.
Before tho end of the voyage they
were very good friends. . . .
"When we landed In New York, ho
assisted me ln many ways. After
wards, on learning that I was not to
go to California, I called him up on
the telephone to explain my predica
ment. He urged me to stay in New
York; he guaranteed that there would
be no difficulty in Becurlng a splendid
position in the east. I had no means
Df knowing that he was married. I
accepted him for what I thought him
to be a genuine American gentleman.
They are supposed to be particularly
considerate with women. His conduct
toward me was beyond reproach. I
have never known a man who was so
courteous, so gentle. To me, he was
the most fascinating man in the world.
No woman could have resisted him, I
am sure of that."
She shot a quick, appealing glance
rt Booth's hard-set face. Her lip
trembled for a second.
(To be continued.)
Spokane's "blue book" now contains
the names of 650 "best families."
YOUR CHILD'S
EYESIGHT
You are responsible for the
eyes of your child.
Watch out for frowns and
squints when he reads or looks
at a book. Does he hold it too
near or too far? These things
grow fast but can be overcome
if discovered in time.
We insist on your bringing the
children in
No Charge For Advising You.
Dr. 0. F. Faris
THE EYESIGHT SPECIALIST
Ottice 1 door East of Economy store.
Main Street, Billsboro, O.
SEED RYE
We have just un-
1 i i . .l l.mQ
RICHARDS MILL
9 10
PLEASANT HILL.
Sept. 7, 1914.
Earl Wllllson, wife and daughter,
Thursday evening.
Joseph Clevenger and wife, of Wil-
family.
Milton Grimsley and wife, of Cen
tervllle, spent Saturday night and
Sunday with the latter's brother,
Chas. Simbro and family.
Luther Campbell, wife and daugh
ter, Cathryn, spent Sunday and Mon
day with the former's parents, at Bel
fast. Misses Etlle and Julia Rogers, of
Hillsboro, spent a part of last week
with their sister, Mrs. fcW. E. Nofts
ger. Misses Lena Hess and Addie Eu
verard, ot Hollowtown, spent Wednes
day with Jack Frye and wife.
Carey Klrkpatrlck, wife and son,
Chester, and Mrs. Mary Klrkpatrlck
spent Friday at their farm near Bel
fast.
Emerson Hathawayiand wife spent
Saturday and Sunday with friends
near East Monroe.
Lewis and George Prlne spent Sat
urday afternoon with Oscar natha-
wav.
.,.., .. j
uarey lurupaincK, wne ana boh,
wiicomji, ouu wio. nuati a.,ivi.iia.
called on Will Kelley ana wife, near
Carlisle Springs, Sunday afternoon.
So well built was the roof of West.
minster Hall ln London that it was
recently repalredifor! the first time in
500 years.
The Million Dollar Mystery
By HAROLD
T
Illustrated from Scenes in the Photo Drama of the
Same iVome by the Thanhouser Film Company
(Copyright, I9H, by
CHAPTER I.
A Call In the Night.
There are few things darker than i
country road at night, particularly II
one does not know the lay of the
land. It Is not difficult to traverse 8
known path; no matter how dark il
it, one is able to find the way by the
aid of a mental photograph taken In
the daytime. But supposing you hav
never been over the road in the day.
time, that you know nothing whatevei
of its topography, where it dips oi
rises, where It narrows or forks. You
find yourself ln the same unhappy
&.tato of mind as a blind man suddenly
thrust into a strange house.
One black night, along a certain
country road ln the heart of New Jer
sey, ln the days when the only good
roads were city thoroughfares nnd
country highways were routes to lim
bo, a carriage went forward cautious
ly. From time to time it careened
like a blunt-noso barge in a beam sea
The wheels and springs voiced theii
anguish continually; for it was a good
carriage, unaccustomed to such rutE
and hummocks.
"Faster, faster!" came a muffled
voice from the interior.
"Sir, I dare not drive any faster,"
replied the coachman. "I can't see the
horses' heads, sir, let alone the road
I've blown out the lamps, but I can't
see the road any hotter for that."
"Let tho horses have their heads;
they'll find the "way. It can't be much
farther. You'll see lights."
Tho coachman swore In his teeth
All right. This man who was in such
a hurry would probably ,send them all
Into the ditch. Save for the few stars
above, he might have been driving
Beelzebub's coach in the bottomless
pit. Black velvet, everywhere black
velvet. A wind was blowing, and yel
tho blackness was so thick that il
gave to tho coachman the sensation ol
mild suffocation.
By and by, through the trees, he
saw a flicker of light. It might ot
might "not he the destination. He
cracked his wljlp recklessly and the
"Why,
You Cherub!" Cried the Old
Maid.
carriage lurched on two wheels. The
man in the carriage balanced himself
carefully, so that the bundle in his
arms should not be unduly disturbed.
His arms ached. He stuck his head
out of the window.
"That's the place," he said. "And
when you drive up make as little noise
as you can."
"Yes, sir," called down the driver.
When the carriage drew up at its
journey's end the man inside Jumped
out and hastened toward the gates.
He scrutinized the sign on one of the
posts. This was the place:
MISS FARLOW'S PRIVATE SCHOOL.
The bundlo in his arms stirred and
ho hurried up the path to the door
of the house. He seized the ancient
knocker and struck several times. Ho
then placed tho bundle on the steps
and ran back to the waiting carriage,
into which ho stepped.
"Off with you!"
"That's a good word, sir. Maybe
we can make your train."
"Do you think you could find this
place again?"
"You couldn't get me on this pike
again, sir, for a thousand; not me I"
The door slammed and tho unknown
sank back against the cushions. He
took out his handkerchief and wiped
the damp perspiration from his fore-
b-ead Th6 blg burden waa ott nlB
mna, whatever happened in tno iu-
ture, they would never be able to get
him through bis heart So much for
the folly of his youth.
It was a quarter after ten. Miss
Susan Farlow had just returned to the
' "Don room from aer tnuy uxu
MAG GRATH
Ml
Harold MacGratb)
or the upper halls to see If nil her
charges were in bed, where the rules
of the school confined them after 9:30.
It was at this moment that she heard
the thunderous knocking at the door.
Tho old maid felt her heart stop ,
beating for a moment. Who could It
be, at this time of night? Then the
thought came swiftly that perhaps the
parent of some one of her charges was
111 and this was the summons. Still
ing her fears, she went resolutely to
the door and opened it.
"Who is it?" she called.
No one answered. She cupped her
hand to her ear. She could hear the
clatter of horses dimly.
"Well!" she exclaimed; rather an
grily, too.
She was in the act of closing tho
door when the light from the hall dis
covered to her the bundle on the
steps. She stooped and touched It.
"Good heavens, It's a child!"
She picked the bundle up. A whim
per came from it, a tired little whim
per of protest. She ran back to the
reception room. A foundling! And
on her doorstep! It was incredible.
What in the world should she do? It
would create a scandal and hurt the
prestige of the school. Some one had
mistaken her select private school
for a farmhouse. It was frightful.
Then she unwrapped the child. It
was about a year old, dimpled and
golden haired. A thumb was ln its
rosebud mouth and its blue eyes
looked up trustfully into her own.
"Why, you cherub!" cried the old
maid, a strange turmoil in her heart.
She caught the child to her breast, and
then for the first time noticed the
thick envelope pinned to the child's
cloak.' She put tho baby into a chair
and broke open the envelope.
"Name this child Florence Gray. I
will send annually a liberal sutn for
her support and reclaim her on her
eighteenth birthday. The other half
of the Inclosed bracelet will identify
me. Treat the girl well, for 1 shall
watch over her in secret."
Into the fixed routine of her hum
drum life had come a mystery, a tan
talizing, fascinating mystery. She had
read of foundlings left on doorsteps
from paper covered novels confis
cated frpm her pupils but that one
should be placed upon her own re
spectable doorstep! Suddenly she
smiled down at the child and the
child smiled back. And there was
nothing more to be done except to
bow before the decrees of, fate. Like
all prim old maids, her heart was full
of unrequited romance, and here was
something she might spend its floods
upon without let or hindrance. Al
ready she was hoping that the man or
woman who had left it might never
come back.
The child grew. Regularly each
year, upon a certain date, Miss Farlow slon which precluded a life of Idle
received a registered letter with ness. His age might have been any
money. These letters came from all where between 40 and 50. The shoul
parts of the world; always the samejders were broad and the hands which
sum, always the same line "I am lay clasped upon the table were slim
watching-." ' hut muscular. Indeed, everything
Thus seventeen years passed; and ' about him suggested hidden strength
to Susan Farlow each year seemed and vitality. His companion was
shorter than the one before. For she small, handsome, and animated. Her
loved the child with all her heart. She ' frequent gestures and mutable eye
bad not trained young girls all Ihese brows betrayed her foreign birth. Her
years without becoming adept in the age was a matter of importance to no
art of reading the true signs of breed-, one but herself,
ing. There was no ordinary blood in They were at coffee when she said:
Florence; the fact was emphasized "There's a young man coming toward
by her exquisite face, her small hands us. He is looking at you."
and feet, her spirit and gentleness, i The man turned. Instantly his face
And now, at any, day, some one with a lighted up with a friendly smile of
broken bracelet might come for her. recognition.
As the days went on the heart of Su-, "Who is It?" she asked,
san Farlow grew heavy. "A chap worth knowing; a reporter
"Never mind, aunty," said Florence; just a lltle out of the ordinary. I'm
"I shall always come back to see you." going to introduce him. You never
She meant It, poor child; but how ' can tell. We might need him some
was she to know the terrors which lay
beyond the horizon?
The house of Stanley Hargreave,
in Rlverdale, was the house of no or
dinary rich man. Outside it was sim
ple enough, but within you learned
what kind of a man Hargreave was.
There were rare Ispahans and Saruks
on the floors and tapestries on tne unusual way. It pleased her.
walls, and here and there a fine paint-1 The reporter sank into a chair,
ing. The library itself represented a when inactive he was rather a
fortune. Money had been laid out dreamy-eyed sort of chap. Ho pos
lavishly but never wastefully. It was gessed that rare accomplishment of
the home of a scholar, a dreamer, a talking upon one subject and think
wide traveler. ing upon another at the same time.
In the library stood the master of tho g0 While he talked gayly with the
house, idly fingering some papers young woman on varied themes, hla
which lay on the study table. He thoughts were busy speculating upon
shrugged at some unpleasant thought, ner companion. He was quite cer
Bottled his overcoat about his shoul- tain that the hame Bralne waa as
ders, took up his hat, and walked from Buraed, but he was also equally cer.
the room, frowning slightly. The but-' tain that the -man carried aa ex
lor, who also acted in the capacity of traordlnary brain under his thatch of
valet, alwayB within call when his Balt and pepper hair. The man had
master was about, stepped swiftly to wrmen three or four brilliant mono
the hall door and opened It. I graphs on poisons and the uses of
"I "may be out late, Jones," said I radium, and u -was through and by
Hargreave. these that the reporter had managed
"Yes, sir."
Hargreave stared into his face keen
ly. as it trying to pierce the grave
face to learn what was going on be
hind it
"How long have' you been withlme?"
"Fourteen years, sir." -f9me
flay t shall need you."
"My-llfe" has always beja at
dtspoBal, sir, since that night you res
cued me."
"Well, I haven't tho least doubt that
when I ask you will give"
"Without question, sir. It was al
ways so understood."
Hargreave's glance sought the mir
ror, then the smlleless face of his
man. He laughed, but the sound con
veyed no sense of mirth; then he
turned and went down the steps slow
ly, like a man burdened with some
thought whfch was not altogether to
his liking. Ho had Bent an order for
his car, but had Immediately counter
manded it. He would walk till ho
grew tired, hall a taxlcab, and take a
run up and down Broadway. The
wonderful Illumination might prove di
verting. For 18 years nearly; and
now It was as natural for him to
throw a glance over his shoulder
whenever he left the house as it was
for him to breathe. The average man
,.. . , araioaa A,,Tint, oil
thefje yenrs. feut Hargreave was not
an average man; he was, rather, an
extraordinary individual. It was his
lire ln exchange for eternal vigilance,
and he knew and accepted the fact.
Half an hour later he got into a
taxlcab and directed the man to drive
downtown as far aB Twenty-third
street and back to Columbus circle.
The bewildering display of lights, how
ever, ln nowise served to lift the sense
of oppression that had weighed upon
him all day. South of Forty-second
street he dismissed the taxlcab and
stared undecidedly at the brilliant
sign of a famous restaurant. He was
neither hungry nor thirsty; but there
would be strange faces to study and
music.
It was an odd whim. He had not en
tered a Broadway restaurant in all
these years. He was unknown. He
The Introduction Were Made.
belonged to no clubs. Two months
was the longest time he had ever re
mained In New York since the dis
posal of his old home ln Madison
avenue and his resignation from his
clubs. This once, then, he would break
the law he had written down for
himself. Boldly he entered the res
taurant. Some time before Hargreave sur
rendered to the restless spirit of re
bellion, bitterly to repent for it later,
there came into this restaurant a man
and a woman. They were both evi
dently well known, for the head waiter
was obsequious and hurried them over
to the best table he had left and took
the cJrder himself.
The man possessed a keen, Intelli
gent face. You might have marked
him for a successful lawyer, for there
was an earnestness about his expres-
day. Ah, Norton, how are you?"
"Good evening, Mr. Bralne." The
reporter, catching sight of a pair ot
'Jazzllng eyes, hesitated.
''The Princess Perlgoff, Norton.
You're in no hurry, are you?"
"Not now," smiled the reporter.
"Ah!" said the princess, interested.
it -was the old compliment, said in an
i to pick up his acquaintance. He lived,
- , wejL DUt, inconspicuously.
Suddenly the pupils of Bralne'a
eyes narrowed; the eye became cold.
Over the smoke ot his cigarette he
was looking lntp the wall mirror, A
man bad passed behind him Bad sat
down at the next table. Still gating
Into the mirror, Bralne saw Norton
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