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oore, coolly. "Naturally, as they
might Indicate the owner."
"And you learned?"
"That you are a 'wanted' man.
Those clippings tell of the public of
fer of a large reward for Informa
tion regarding one 'Elston Revere.'
The inference is plain you are the
"What use do you intend to make
of the information?" persisted Page.
"Simply, it suggests to me a prof
fer to you. We all have our pasts.
Of course, I am anxious to know that
the daughter of'my old friend, John
Mortimer marries a man worthy of
her. I might write to this lawyer ad
vertising for you in the east to learn
why you-are 'wanted'." ,
The Inference was obvious. This
man was his enemy. He held his se
cret in his keeping. Page had
showed sudden resolution. He looked
him steadily in, the eye.
"You claim an Interest In the wel
fare of the Mortimers?" he- said.
"Surely," declared Moore.
"Then come with me."
Page led the way to the .Mortimer
home. Father and daughter were to
gether In the little parlor. Ruth
looked anxious as she noted a dead
ly pallor in the face of her lover, as
though he weer suffering mental an
guish. "My friends," spoke Page speedily,
"I have something to tell you that,
perhaps, I should have toldyou be
fore. I came here something more
than a stranger a fugitive. I was
forced to flee from, my home in the
east a year ago because I killed a
John Mortimer gave a great gasp.
A covert gleam of satisfaction shot
from the eyes of Cyrus Moore. Ruth
swayed in her chair and covered her
eyes with her hand to deaden the
terrble shock of the announcement
"It was in a quarrel not of my
seeking, with a friend. . He assaulted
me with his cane. I simply defended
myself. I had to or Qratenly take
severe punishment I aimed a blow
at) his uplifted fist. ' It landed on his
throat He sank like a spent shot.
I heard some one coming. I hid. I
heard a man say, He Is dead!' I lost
my head and fled. Thati s alL"
"And you are innocent!" spoke
Ruth, coming to his side "surely
there was no murder m your heart."
"Today, this hour," pursued Page,
"I have made a resolution. For weal
or woe, to return to my ld home
and face my fate."
"It is right," murmured Ruth, "and
remember one thing, that, though it
claims your life, I am your spirit
bride to all eternity."'
So- Elston Revere went his way to
dree hiswierd. Twice, amid her keen
anxiety, Ruth wrote to him. There
came no answer. She became pale
and dispirited. How was she to
know that crafty Cyrus Moore had
intercepted his letters , Cyrus
Moore, who had her worried father
in his power and pressed hard his
Gradually he "was forcing the old
man to influence Ruth to favor his
suit - And one "night Mr. Mortimer
told Ruth plainly that they could be
homeless but for the indulgence of
"Revere has forgotten you or, i3
under the spell of the law," he de
clared. "I shall wait," said Ruth firmly. "If
he lives, or dies, I shall never wed an
other." She sat at the window one even
ing filled with, painful thought her
hope and courage well-night gone.
Moore was a visitor and sat planning
great things for her father In con
nection with a mine he had Just pur
chased. "He fancied that Ruth was
to be dazzled with this Important
talk, but her ears were deaf.
To him but not to a quick foot
step on the garden path how it vi
brated in her heart of hearts! The
next moment Elston Revere was at
the threshold and she was in his lay