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mad with her grief and suspicions,
agreed to be at a place Minna named
later that afternoon, prepared for the
journey. She was to bring her grip
and Minna was to convey her to the
train and start her on her way to se
clusion and safety, as she put it
Lura returned home in tears and
made her preparations for departure,
sobbing heartbrokenly. She wrote a
brief note to her husband, telling him
that she had discovered his perfidy
and that 'She would never return to
'him. She placed this on a stand in
their room where he would be sure
to see it. Then she left the house.
Lura was unfamiliar with the ad
dress Minna had given her. She had
told her it was a quiet restaurant and
to go to its side door and wait in a
secluded rear room. Lura in her ur
gency and confusion of mind arrived
a half hour ahead of the appointed
She shivered and glanced about her
apprehensively as she entered a va
cant room. The sound of clinking
glasses and ribald voices in an ad
joining apartment frightened herf
Suddenly a girl wearing a tawdry
garb peered into the room. She view
ed Lura critically and then she ap
"I don't know you; I ain't your
kind," she said, "but I can guess
from something I overheard this
afternoon that you are here to meet
"If I was if if has she been
here?" faltered' Lura.
"She will be soon and you must go
away at once. Listen, lady, fly from
that woman. All she has had you
meet her for is to compromise you,
for this is a den no respectable per
son should enter."
Lura turned white as a sheet Her
deepest suspicions were aroused. She
hurried from the place. She fairly ran
until several squares distant.
Now she was more hopelessly
wretched than ever. She thrilled with
horror as she thought of the wicked
snare set for her feet Were all wom-
ankind unworthy and cruel? She
shuddered, a score of wild thoughts
in her mind. Even the dark, deep
river seemed to invite her. Gradu
ally the distraction grew less intense.
She remembered a married school
friend. Surely she, her closest com
panion for four years, would offer
her a refuge. Lura resolved to return
home, destroy the note left for her
husband, write to her friend asking
her to take her in, await a reply and
then leave the house forever.
She was faint and trembling from
excitement and despair as she neared
the house. She entered, stood dazed
as she saw her husband coming from
upstairs. He was never home at that
time of the day. He must have found
the note, and yet with a beaming face
he came towards her.
"You dear little wanderer," he
cried. "Wherever have you been,
when I have a great surprise for
"A surprise?" she repeated, scarce
ly knowing what she said.
"Yes, come," and he entwined his
arm about her and drew her past the
drawing room draperies.
"Lura, my nearest and dearest of
kin, Myra Blodgett," spoke Sydney
and Lura faced the young lady that
Burton had pointed out to her. She
extended a hand, but her senses were
reeling. What did it all mean?
"Cousin Myra is responsible for the
first secret I ever kept from you,
dear," proceeded Sydney. "She is a
runaway cruel papa and all that!
She would not let me bring her here
for fear she would be located, but
within an hour her gallant knight er
rant will be here with a clergyman
and then we can face the issue."
"I will be down in a moment,"
stammered Lura and almost uncere
moniously left husband and guest
Her nerves were at fever heat The
note! Sydney must have found it
Yes, it was gone!
Lura sank to a chair, gasping for
breath. What would Sydney think?
How could she explain it all? Then