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Finkhanrs Vegetable Com. odanditworked acbana. Itre eved all mypalns all simeriiig pmsery. l». totaMLj ible 1x027, Ties 'I 1 woi ft "t irregularities, Indigestion Every such .herse?" Vj tlal' E. Piiikhanrt —WB*i "Rmtf ... "Va. E. Pinkham's YogetableCom made from native roots ^aod erb% contains no narcotics or harm the record tplemw dne in the country/and thousai cured who have ei nervous prostration. w6man«weaitto tr .CHAPTER )£XXIV—Continued Pro the threshold of the drawing- room Hilda Watched-through the hall door the lithe, graceful figure of Mar garet 8trangways pass down, the path In the gathering grey of the twilight then the man who had been sitting in the car In the heavy coat came to wards the house, leaning on her arm with the air of an Infirm, elderly man, through the hall, to where Hilda stood, with moist, shining eyes, in the doorway of the drawing-room, white, and scarcely able to control the emo tion that had swept over her. He caught her two little hands in his and they passed into the room. Miss Strangways, remaining outside in the hall, considerately closed the door softly on them. ,, "Hflit! HUda!" 8he Was in his arms, held close to his heajrt, as so often in the days be fore the shadow had fallen across their happiness,, with the masses of her dark hair brushing his cheek and making his blood tingle at their soft caress the girl was laughing and crying for very joy on his shoulder. "Jack! You have come back to me, my poor, wronged love! If only it were opt to leave me again!" There was an infinite tenderness and pity in the grey eyes that looked into his face, dimmed with a rain of tears, in the low voice that was sweet as no other woman's could ever be to him. "And only this afternoon, I was so miser able, thinking—thinking Oh, I am ashamed now of the wicked doubts that crept into my mind in spite of myself, Jack!" His arm drew-her closer and closer to him, as they stood there in the old fashioned room where the shadows of the dusk were already stealing, speak ing in low, eager whispers there was so much to be said—whispered words 'and brief—falling silences that were even more eloquent the silence that "has many voices" for youth and love. In those moments of supreme joy it suddenly seemed impossible to him that he could be the John Lathom, who for weeks had walked in the shadow of fear, his feet set in the path of exile that Jack Lathom of yesterday had been Jiopeless and de spairing, and he was surely the hap piest man on earth. Even though their parting must in evitably come soon for a little while he had found his love again was hold ing her tight—ah, so tigfct—in his arms, with the tender .music of her voice in his ears, the beautiful face near his a memory for this hunted man to carry away .into his exile. "How can I ever express all I feel after your wonderful kindness?" said Hilda earnestly to Margaret, when presently she and Jack had remem bered that Miss Strangways had been left standing in the hall, and Jack had opened the door and brought her into the room, "not only for helping Jack as you have done, but for having faith, too, in his innocence," and a little 'catch of breath broke her voice for a moment. "Words are such poor things tor so deep a* debt—only I thank you from the bottom of my heart." In his study Stephen Ruthen, as he sat talking to the blind man, was Wondering a little about the two vis itors, both strangers to him, who had come to the house by motor-car. He had heard Miss Strangways speaking to his sister in the hall he had seen her. a few minutes later returning up the path with an elderly man learning on her arm. ^Evidently they had come to see Hilda, since the servant had brought no message to the study. Five: minutes or so later the rector's visitor rose to take his leave. Stephen's interview with Mr. Grale tonight-had been purely in connection with matters "relating to the church choir Lathom's name had. never once been mentioned. Since the blind or ganist's appeal to Stephen Ruthen on the day Lathom was committed for trial a sense of constraint had existed between the two men that, forbade any words passing between them except of a formal nature. But Lathom's name leapt to -Mr. Grale's lips now with a sudden unexpectedness that startled the rector. As the latter was opening the study door for his departing visitor, the faint murmur of voices reached them from the drawing-room and the blind vinand passed abruptly In the middle |of something he was saying, in an in tent, listening attitude, and he clutched at Stephen Ruthen's arm. i, "Parson," he whispered, excitedly, "so Jack Lathom's in your house, in yon room!" Stephen stated at him in amaze ment The sound of the voice speaking ha* rfv-e 0'Flannigan*s8orrow. OTIannigan came home one night with a deep band ot black crape jutiund -fcift til "Why, Mike," exclaimed his "wife, "tint are /ou wearing that mournful twmtorr 'm fo^, yo^r ^t^hjwf -WwpSdWilko f&rmly "m sorry mr •rmh By Sidney Warwick. fsW hind the closed door had been too faint for him to distinguish. the tones b&t he, was sure that it must be an hallu cination on the. other's part. "It's impossible," he said, "No, it's trueV that was Jack Lath om's voice!" the blind, man Bald, Then, as the girl appeared in atone of conviction. "Jack Lathom's in that room!" The door of the drawing-room had opened suddenly, and the two- men standing on the threshold of the study beard Hilda's voice saying: "I will go and tell Stephen that at the doorway and saw her brother and Mr. Grale in the hall, she checked herself abruptly in the middle of the sentence. The blind man walked across the hall to her and said, quietly: "You may trust me. Miss Hilda. I heard his voice just now, and I know who's in that room. I'd do anything in my power for Jack Lathom, that I've known from a lad. You may trust me!" The words, low as they were, had been distinctly audible in the room. Lathom came forward, and at the sight of him Stephen's face went white. "I know, of course, that I can trust you, Mr. Grale!" Lathom said, grip ping the «blind man's hand. "Ruthen, you see I've turned up again like a bad shilling, after being hunted from pillar to post. I owe it to this lady that I escaped the clutches of the police sent to arrest me two nights ago. Miss Strangways"—and he turned to the girl—"this is Mr. Ruthen, one of my many good loyal friends, who helped me weeks ago to make my es cape from Wildfell," he said, warmly. The words stabbed the rector guilti ly. A "loyal friend"—he who had been screening at this man's expense the woman whom at that time he had be lieved to have been Philip Hume's slayer! Miss Strangways' name hardly sur prised him, aB he bowed at the intro duction. Bonholt Hume had said that it was at the house of Anthony Strang' ways' cousin that Lathom was be lieved to have sheltered—Anthony Strangways, who had not yet an swered his letter asking for the ad dress of Olive Vanstone. The rector averted his gaze from Lathom the blind man's sightless eyes seemed to be bent on his face, almost as though they could see and read the self-accusing thoughts pass ing behind it. He remembered Mr. Grale's impassioned appeal: "I haven't betrayed you, parson but aren't you going to speak now?" Though the blind man stood silent, Stephen Ruthen could read that ap peal again, dumbly expressed in his face. "Aren't you going to speak now? If only you would speak!" There was a sudden heavy knock on the front door, startling everyone. A swift look of fear crossed Hilda's face. "Quick, out of sight!" she whispered breathlessly, to her lover, almost push ing him back into the room. "Fly by the window, if it should be the police!" Stephen himself went to the door before old Martha could come out of the kitcti&n to answer the knock. With a rush of relief Hilda saw that ft was merely a telegraph boy. The telegram was from Anthony Strangways—his answer to the rec tor'B urgent letter. He curtly de clined to furnish Olive Vanstone's ad dress. There was a queer light in Stephen's eyes as he crushed the strip of buff paper fiercely in his hands and walked back to the drawing-room, where the blind- man still lingered, speaking to Lathom and Hilda. Margaret Strang ways„was not there feeling that Jack might wish to speak alone with his friends, she had told Hilda that she would wait in another room, and had slipped quietly into the study. "Anthony Strangways refuses, to give me her address no doubt this woman I have shielded, and whom I still would have warned, has forbid den him to tell me where to flnH her. I might have been her worst enemy that she treats me so—this woman for whose sake I've fastened this mill stone round my neck! I've been silent too long!" Stephen muttered fiercely to himself, his face twitching with the stress of the pent-up emotions he was fighting with. Then he made a sud den swift movement towards Lathom, flinging out his hands in a wild gw ture'as of appeal. "Lathom I have a confession to make. I can't keep silent any longer!'* The tones were hoarse, scarcely re cognizable as the'rector's voic^ Playfully 8peaking. Mrs.' Wabash-»-She'B had six wed* dings in her life. Mrs. Dearborn What! Been a bride si times? 0 "Yes what do you think of "I think yon might call bn^a well 4x99med woman.* i4 in the C**t ,|*ftcoburi*eftr a few'apenoe aai tkf decaf eould kefcp silent no longer. The long torture of his sin, that had been the blackest of wrongs to this Injured man' whom his sister loved, this man who' had just called him his "loyal friend,", was become' a burden too heavy and intolerable tq be borne. He must speak. He had meant to keep silence yeL a little longer, till he could have seen' Olive and warned her but the sight of the man he was injuring, the poig nant realization of hiB own treachery and sin, personified in this hunted man's plight, broke down that resolve reslstlessly as a wave beats down a child's castle of sand. Not another hour, not another mo ment, would he bear that burden of conscious treachery that be had tak en on his Bhoulders for the sake of a woman. He must speak now. "A confession, Ruthen? Why, what do you mean?" cried Jack Lathom, startled by the strange, excited man ner and the wild eyes of the man con fronting him, with unconcealed agita tion traced as with a brand on the haggard face and Hilda caught her breath, conscious that the atmosphere had suddenly become electrical. Something like a cry of relief broke from the blind man. "God help me, Lathom, for the wrong I've done you but from the first I've had proof that the revolver from which the shot was fired that killed Philip Hume was not yours. I have allowed you to suffer to screen a woman!" A dead pause followed Stephen's words. A startled, almost incredulous look had flashed into Lathom's face, as into Hilda's but the former's tones were restrained and quiet, as he said: "You mean that you know—have known all along—who killed Hume? That it was a woman?" "At the time I thought it was a wo man," said Stephen Ruthen, finding words with difficulty—"a woman I had once loved, who had promised to be my wife." "Olive Vanstone!" broke in Hilda, realizing from the last allusion what woman he must mean. "But that iB impossible she was ill in bed on the night Philip Hume is believed to have met his death!" The statement seem ed so wild that she thought her broth er's mind must be wandering. "No, she was out on the moor road that night," he answered, slowly "I know it, for I found her there, bending over the dead man in the snow—this woman whom Philip Hume had wronged as deeply as a man can wrong a woman." "The woman who was in the ves try!" the blind man whispered to him self. "I knew she was there—I knew it!" The rector's voice went on. The twilight was deepening in the room and the white, drawn face was in shad ow as he spoke, at first falteringly, with shame mingling in the tones with a certain fierce relief that the confes sion of what had been like a millstone about his neck was being made at last Phrase after phrase, sentence aftei sentence threw fresh colors on to the canvas of the dramatic story that came with a strange, shuddering thrill to the listening audience of three in the room. Now he was recounting how he had found Olive 'Vanstone, dazed and dumb, like a woman whose mind was sleeping, grasping the wea pon whose polished barrel glittered evilly in the faint light of the stars now of his desperate resolve to get her away from the fatal spot unseen, when the muffled tapping of the blind man's stick had grown out of the dis tance, bringing its sudden menace to the woman he meant at all coBt to save, forcing him to drag the lifeless figure out of the roadway to the drift ed snow at the foot of the stone cross of the journey back, won in safety as by a miracle of the sleeping nurse, whose lie would establish an alibi. "And you let Jack suffer! You knew this—yet you let him suffer! broke in Hilda, passionately, her voice charged with the hostility that had leapt into her eyes with this confes sion by her brother of a wrong she had never dreamed of. He made a movement as of appeal towards her. "But that night I speak of was near ly three weeks before the dead was found, before suspicion fell on anyone. I thought then that I hurt no one by my silence. And she was a woman I had loved—loved still. My sin was not in shielding her then, with his blood on her hands as I then be lieved—for she was in a state when Bhe was not morally responsible for her acts—a woman who had been brought almost to the verge of mad ness by the wrong she had suffered," he said, in a low voice. And you would have let me be found guilty and sentenced, to screen this woman—though the law would hot have-punished a woman who at the time was not responsible for her actions?" Lathom said, quietly and coldly. There was no hint in his voice of the passionate resentment he felt against this man he had regarded as his friend. His eyes were hard and contemptuous. To Be Continued. Lost Ring Pound After 4a Years. 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