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The Hollow
of Her Hand
"" "Stay where you are, sieve, saw
the other. "It's all right." Then he
went forth and pointed the way to
her. "It's a long ways to Columbus I
Circle," he said. "I don't envy you tho
trip. Keep straight ahead after you
'bit tha Post-road." He stood there
listening until the whir ot the motor I
was lost in the distance. "She'll never
.make it," he said to himself. "It's
more than a strong man could do on I
Toads like these. She must be crazy." ,
Coming to the Post-road, she in
creased tho speed of the car, with the
sharp wind behind her, her eyes in
tent on the white stretch that leaped
up in front of the lamps like a blank
wall beyond which there was nothing
but dense oblivion. But for the fact
that Bhe knew that thiB road ran
straight and unobstructed into the out
skirts of New York, she might have
lost courage and decision. The natural
confidence of. an experienced driver
was hers. She had the daring of one
who has never met with an accident,
wnd who trusts to the Instincts rather
than to an actual understanding of
conditions. With her, it was not a
-question of her own capacity and
etrength, but a belief In the fidelity of
the engine that carried her forward.
It had not occurred to ber that the
task of guiding that heavy, swerving
thing through the unbroken road was
something beyond her powers of en
durance. She often had driven it a
hundred miles and more without rest
ing, or without losing zest in the en
terprise; then why should she fear
the small matter of 30 miles, even un
der the most trying of conditions?
Sharply there came to her mind the
question: was she the only one abroad
In this black little world? What of
the other woman? The one who waB
belngjiunted? Where was she? And
what of the ghost at her heels?
The car bounded over a railroad
crossing. She recalled the directions j
given by the man at the station and
hastily applied tho brake. There was
another and more dangerous crossing i
a hundred yards ahead. She had been I
warned particularly to take It care
fully, as there was a sharp curve in y
the road beyond.
Suddenly she Jammed down the
emergency brake, a startled exclama
tion falling from her lips. Not 20
feet ahead, in tho middle of the road
and directly In line with the light of
the lamps, stood a black, motionless
figure the figure of a woman whose
head was lowered and whose arms,
hung limply at her .sides.
The woman in the car bent forward
over the wheel, staring hard. Many
seconds passed. At last the forlorn
object in the roadway lifted her face
and looked vacantly into the glare of
the lamps. Her eyes were wide-open,
her face a ghastly white.
"God in heaven!" struggled from the
ntlffenlng lips of Sara Wrandall. Her
fingers tightened on the wheel.
She knew. This was the woman l
The long brown ulster; the limp,
fluttering veil? "A woman about your
size and figure," the sheriff had said.
The figure swayed and then moved
a few steps forward. Blinded by the
lights, she bent her head and shielded
her eyes with her hand the better to
glimpse the occupant of the car.
"Are you looking for me?" she cried
out shrilly, at the same time spread
ing her arms as if in surrender. It
was almost a wall.
Mrs. Wrandall caught her breath.
Her heart began to beat once more.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
she cried out, without knowing what
she said.
The girl started. She had not ex
pected to hear the voice of a woman.
She staggered to the side of the road,
out of the line of light.
"I I beg your pardon," she cried
It was like a wail of disappointment
"I am sorry to have stopped you."
"Come here," commanded the other,
still staring.
The unsteady figure advanced. Halt
ing beside the car, she leaned across
the spare tires and gazed Into the
eyes of the driver. Their faces were
not mor"e than a foot apart, their eyes
were narrowed In tense scrutiny.
"What do you want?" repeated Mrs
Wrandall, her voice hoarse and trem
ulous. "I am looking for an inn. It must
be near by. I do "
"An Inn?" with a start
"I do not recall the name. It is not
far from a Village, in the hills."
"Do you mean Burton's?"
"Yes. That's It. Can you direct
me"?" The voice of the girl was faint;
she seemed about to fall.
"It la six or eight miles from here,"
said Mrs. Wrandall, still looking in
wonder at the miserable nlght-faror.
The girl's head sank; a moan of dv
Bpalr came through her lips, ending in
a sob.
"So far as that?" she murmured.
Tben she drew herself up with a fine
show of resolution. "But I must not
titan here. Thank you."
George Barr
Author of "Graustrk,"
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"Wait!" cried the other. The girl
turned to her once more. "Is is it
a matter of life or death?"
There was a long silence, "Yes. I
She Knew This Was the Woman.
must find my way there. It is death."
Sara Wrandall laid her heavily
gloved hand on the slim fingers that
touched the tire.
"Listen to me," she said, a shrill
note of reBolve ringing In her voice.
"I am going to New York. Won't
you let me take you with me?"
The girl drew back, wonder and ap
prehension struggling for the mastery
of her eyes.
"But I am bound the other way. To
the inn. I must go on."
"Come with me," said Sara Wrandall
firmly. "You must not go back there.
I know what has happened there.
Come! I will take care of you. You
must not go to the inn."
"You know?" faltered the girl.
"Yes. You poor thing!" There was
infinite pity in her voice.
The girl laid her head on her arms.
Mrs. Wrandall sat above her, look
ing down, held mute by warring emo
tions. The Impossible had come to
pass. The girt for whom the whole
world would be searching In a day or
two, had stepped out of the unknown
and, by the .most whimsical jest ot
fate, into the custody of the one per
son most interested of all in that self
same world. It was unbelievable. She
wondered If It were not a dream, or
the hallucination of an overwrought
mind. Spurred by the sudden doubt
as to the reality of the object before
her, she stretched out her hand and
touched the girl's shoulder.
Instantly she looked up. Her fin
gers sought the friendly hand and
clasped It tightly.
"Oh, If you will only 'take me to the
city with you! If you only give me
the chance," she cried hoarsely. "I
don't know what impulse was driv
ing me back there. I only know I
'could not help myself. You really
mean It? You will take me with you?"
"Yes. Don't be afraid. Come! Get
In," said the woman in the car rapidly,
"You you are real?"
The girl did not hear the strange
question. She was hurrying around
to the opposite side -of the car. As
she crossed before the lamps, Mrs.
Wrandall noticed with dulled inter
est that her garments were covered
with mud; her small, comely hat was
in sad disorder; loose wisps of hair
fluttered with the unsightly veil. Her
hands, she recalled, were clad in thin
suede gloves. She would be half
frozen. She had been out in all this
terrible weather perhaps since the
hour of her flight from the Inn.
The odd feeling of pity grew strong
er within her. She made no effort to
analyze It, norto account for it. Why
should she pity the slayer of her hus
band? It was a question unasked, un
considered. Afterwards sne was to
recall this hour and its strange im
pulses, and to realize that it was not
pity, but mercy that moved her to do
the extraordinary thing that followed.
Trembling all over, her teeth chat
tering, her breath coming in short lit
tle moans, the girl struggled up be
side ber and fell back in the seat.
Without a word, Sara Wrandall drew
the great buffalo robe over her and
tucked it in about her feet and legs
far up about her body, which had
slumped down in the seat.
"You are very, very good." chattered
the girl, almost inaudlbly, "I shall nev
er forget " She did not complete the
sentence, but sat upright and fixed her
gaze on her companion's face. "You
you are not doing this just to turn
me over to to the police? They must
be searching for me. You are not
going to give me up to them, are you?
There wjll be a reward I "
"There is no reward," said Sara
Wrandall sharply. "I do not mean to
give you up. I am simply giving you
a chance-to get away, I have always
felt sorry for the "fox when the time
for the kill drew near. That's the
way I feel."
"Oh, thank you I Thank yout But
what am I saying? Why Bhould I per
mit you to do this for mo? I meant to
go back there nnd have It over with.
I know I can.'t escape. It will have to
come, it is bound to come. Why put
It off? Let them take me, let them
do what they will with me. I "
"Hush! We'll see. First of nil, un
derstand mo: I shall not turn you
over to the' police. I will give you tho
chance. I will help you. I can do
no more than that,"
"But why Bhould you help mo? I
I oh, I can't let you do it! You do
not understand. I have committed
a terrible " she broke off with a
"I understand," said the other, some
thing like grimness in her level tones.
"I have been tempted more than once
myself." The enigmatic remark made
no Impression on the listener.
"I wonder how long ago it was that
it all happened," muttered the girl, an
if to herself. "It seems ages oh,
such ages."
"Where have you been hiding since
last night?" asked Mrs. Wrandall,
throwing in the clutch. Tho .car start
ed forward with a jerk, kicking up the
snow behind it.
"Was it only last night? Oh, I've,
been" The thought of her suffer
ings from exposure and dread was too
much for the wretched creature. She
broke out in a soft wail.
"You've been but in all this weath
er?" demanded the other.
"I lost my way. In the hills back
there. I don't know where I was."
"Had you no place of shelter?"
"Where could I seek shelter? I
spent the day In the cellar of a farm
er's house. He didn't know I was
there. 1 have had no food."
"Why did you kill that man?"
"There was nothing left for me to
do but that."
"And why did you rob him?"
"Ah, I had ample time to think of all
that. You may tell the officers they
will find everything hidden in that
farmhouse cellar. God knows I do not
want them. I am not a thief. I'm not
so bad as that" v
Mrs. Wrandall marveled. "Not so
bad as that!" And she was a murder
ess, a wanton!
"You are hungry. You must be fam
ished." "No, I am. not hungry. I have not
thought of food." She said It in such
a way that the other knew what her
whole mind had been given over to
since the night before.
A fresh impulse seized her. "You
shall have food and a place where you
can sleep and rest," she said. "Now
please don't say anything more. I do
not want to know too much. The least
you say tonight the better for or
both of us."
With that she devoted all of her at
tention to the car, increasing the
speed considerably. Far ahead she
could see twinkling, will-o'-the-wisp
lights, the first signs of thickly popu
lated districts. They were still eight
or ten miles from the outskirts of the
city and the way was arduous She
was conscious of a sudden feeling of
fatigue. The chill of the night seemed
to have made itself felt with abrupt
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Mil- Ilill
She Sank to the Floor In a Heap,
almost stupefying force. She won
dered if she 'could keep her strength,
her courage her nerves.
The girl was English. Mrs. Wran
dall was convinced of the fact, almost
Immediately. Unmistakably English
and apparently of the cultivated type.
In fact, the peculiarities of speech
that determines the London show-girl
or music-hall character were wholly
lacking. Her voice, her manner, even
under such trying conditions, were
characteristic of the English woman
of cultivation. Despite the dreadful
strain under which she labored, there
were evidences of that curious se
renity which marks the English wom
an of the better classes; an inborn
I composure, a calm orderliness of the
emotions. Mrs. Wrandall was con
scious of a senBO of surprise, of a
, wonder that increased as her thoughts
resplved themselves into something
i less chaotic than they were at the time
of contact with this visible condition.
For a mile or more she sent the car
along with reckless disregard for com
fort or safety. Her mind was groping
for something tangible In the way ot
intentions. What was she to do with
this creature? What was to become
of her? At what street corner should
she turn her adrift? The idea of
handing her over to the police did
not enter her thoughts for an instant.
Somehow she felt that the girl waa
a stranger to the city. She could not
explain the feeling, yet it was' with
ber and very persistent Of course,
there was a home of some sort, or
lodgings, or friends, but would he girl
dare show herself in familiar haunts?
She found herself wondering why
the 'poor wretch" had not made way
with herself. Escape seemed out of
the Question, That must have been
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clear to her from the beginning, else
why was she going back there to givo
herself up? What better way out of
I it than self-destruction. She would
advise the girl to leave the car when
they reached the center of a certain
bridge that spanned the rlverl No one
would find her. . . .
Even as the thought took shape in
her mind, she experienced a great
sense of awe, so overwhelming that
Bhe cried out with the horror of It.
She turned her head for a quick glance
' at the mute, wretched face showing
white above the robe, and her heart
ached with sudden pity for her. The
thought of that slender, alive thing
going down to the Icy waters her
soul turned sick with the dread of itl
I In that instant Sara Wrandall no
philanthropist, no sentimentalist
made up her mind to give this erring
one more than an even chance for sal
vation. She would see her safely
acroEB that bridge and many others.
God had directed the footsteps of this
girl so that she should fall in with
the one best qualified to pass Judg
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