Jasper County Democrat, Volume 17, Number 14, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 May 1914 — Page 7

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SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I—Challis Wrandall Is fonnl murdered in a road house near New York. Mrs. Wrandall Is summoned from the city and identifies the body. A young woman who accompanied Wrandall to the Inn and subsequently disappeared is suspected. Wrandall, it appears, bad led a gay life and neglected his wife. Mrs. Wrandall starts back for New York in an auto during a blinding snow storm. CHAPTER ll—On the way she meets a young woman in the road who proves to be the woman who killed WrandalL Ferf•n® the girl had done her a service In ridding her of the man who. though she loved him deeply, had caused her sorrow, Mrs. Wrandall determines to shield her and takes her to her own home. CHAPTER lll—Mrs. Wratytah hears the story of Hetty Castleton's life, except that portion that relates to Wran,vThe Btor y of the tragedy she forbids the girl ever to tell her. She offers Hetty a home, friendship end security from peril on account of the tragedy. / c T IAPTER TV—Mrs. Sara Wrandall and Jetty attend the funeral of Challis Wran- ” heme of his parents. Sara -Jwavß been treated as an interloper y (lie L;.ot>blsh W’randall family, but ‘r-'—'-.’y seenis draw them closer ovi-ther. CHAPTER V—Sara Wrandall and Hetty return to New York after an absence of a year in Europe. Leslie Wrandall. brother of Challis, makes himself useful to Sara and becomes greatlj- interested in Hetty. CHAPTER Vl—Hetty is greatly pained at Sara's pvident desire to encourage Leslie s attentions. Sara sees in Leslie's Infatuation possibility for revenge on the W randalls and reparation for tlie wrongs she suffered at the hands of Challis Wrandall by marrying his murderess Into .the family.

CHAPTER VII. A Faithful Crayon-Point. Leslie Wrandall came out on the eleven-thirty. Hetty was at the station with the motor, a sullen resentment in her heart, but a welcoming smile on her lips. The sun shone brightly. The sound glared with the white of reflected skies. “I thought of catching the eight o’clock,” he cried enthusiastically, as. he dropped his bag beside the motor in order to reach over and shake hands with her, “That would have gotten me here hours earlier. The difficulty was that I didn’t think of the eight o’clock until I awoke at nine.” “And then you had th© additional task of thinking about breakfast,” said Hetty, but without a trace of sarcasm in her manner. “I nfever think of breakfast,” said he amiably. "I merely eat it.- Of course, it’s a task to eat it sometimes, but —well, how are you? How do you like it out here?” He was beside her on the broad Seat, his face beaming, his gay little mustache pointing upward at the ends like oblique brown exclamation points, so expansive was his smile. “I adore it,” she replied, her own smile growing in response to his. It was impossible to resist the good nature of him. She could not dislike him, even-though she dreaded him deep down in her heart Her blood was hot and cold by turns when she was w ith him, as her mind opened and shut to thoughts pleasant and unpleasant with something of the regularity of a fish’s gills in breathing. “When I get to heaven 1 mean to have a place in the country the year round,” he said conclusively. “And if you don’t get to heaven?” “I suppose I’ll take a furnished flat somewhere.”

Sara was waiting for them at the bottom of the terrace as they drove up. He leaped out and kissed hpr hand. “Much obliged,” he murmured, with a slight twist of his head in the direction of Hetty, who was giving orders to the chauffeur. ■ . “You’re quite welcome,” said Sara, with a smile of understanding, “She’s, lovely, isn’t she?” “Enchanting!” said he, almost too loudly. Hetty walked up the long ascent ahead of them. She did not have to look back to know that they were watching her with unfaltering interest. She could feel their gaze. ““Absolutely adorable,” he added, enlarging his estimate without really being aware that he voiced it Sara ihot a look at his rapt face, and turned her own away to hide the queer little smile' that flickered briefly and died away. 1 Hetty, pleading a sudden headache, declined to accompany them later on in the day when they set forth in the car to “pick up” Brandon Booth at the] inn. They were to bring him over, ‘ bag and baggage, to stay till Tuesday. “He will be wild to paint her,” de-; dared Leslie when they, were out of sight around the bend in the road. He had waved his hat to Hetty just before the trees shut off their view of her. She was standing at the top of the steps beside one of the tall Italian vases. “I’ve never seen such eyes,” he exclaimed. “She’s a darling,” said Sara and changed the sublecL knowing full well

The Hollow of Her Hand

by George Barr McCutcheon

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that he would come back to It berore long. “I’m mad about her,” he said simply, and then, for some unaccountable reason, gave over being loquacious and lapsed into a state of almost lugubrious quiet. She glanced at his face, furtively at first, as if uncertain of his mood, then with a prolonged stare that was frankly curious and amused. “Don’t lose your head, Leslie,” she said softly, almost purringly. He started. “Oh, I say, Sara, I'm not likely to—” “Stranger things have happened,” she interrupted, with a shake of her head- “I can’t afford to have you making lore to her and getting tired of the game, as you always do, dear boy, just as soon as you find she’t in love with you. She is too dear to be hurt in that way. You mustn’t —” “Good Lord!” he cried; “what a bounder you must take me for! Why, if I thought she’d — But nonsense! talk about something else. Yourself, for instance.” She leaned back with a smile on her lips, but not in her eyes; and drew a long, deep breath. He was hard hit. That was what she wanted to know. They found Booth at the inn. He was sitting on the old-fashioned porch, surrounded by bags and boys. As he climbed into the car after the bags, the boys grinned and jingled the coins in their pockets and ventured, almost in unison, the intelligence that they would all be there if he ever came back again. Big and little, they had transported his easel and canvasses from place to place for three weeks or more and his departure was to be regarded as a financial calamity. Leslie, perhaps in the desire to be alone with his reflections, sat forward with the chauffeur, and paid little or no heed to the unhappy person’s comments on the vile condition of all village thoroughfares, New York city ineludetL “And you painted those wretched little boys instead of the beautiful things that nature provides for us out

“Enchanting!” Said He, Almost Too Loudly.

here, Mr. Booth?” Sara was saying to the artist beside her. * "Of course I managed to get a bit of nature, even at that,” said he, with a smile. “Boys are pretty close to earth, you know. To be perfectly honest, I did it in order to get away from the eminently beautiful but unnatural things I’m required to paint at home.” "I suppose We will see you at the Wrandall place this summer.” 'I m coming out io paint Leslie’s sister in June, I believe. And that reminds me, I came upon ah uncommonly pretty girl not far from your place the other day—and yesterday, as well—some one I’ve met before, unless J'm vastly mistaken. I wonder if you know your neighbors well enough—by sight, at least—to venture a good i guess as to whol mean.” She appeared thoughtful. “Oh, there are dozens of pretty girls in the neighborhood. Can’t you remember where you met—” She stopped suddenly, a swift look of apprehension in her eyes. He failed to note the look or the broken sentence. He was searching in his coat pocket lor something. Selecting a letter from the middle of a small pocket, he held it out to her. I sketched this from memory. She posed all too briefly for me,” he said. On the back of the envelope was a remarkably good likeness of Hetty Castleton, done broadly, sketchily, with a crayon point, evidently drawn with haste while the impression was fresh, but long after she had passed out of range of his vision. '1 know her,” said Sara quietly. “Its very clever, Mr. Booth.” There is something hauntingly familiar about it," he went on, looking at the sketch with a frown of perplex-

ity. “I’ve seen her somewhere, Tflft for the life of me I canfc place her. : Perhaps, in a crowded street, or the theater or a railway train —just a fleeting glimpse, you know. But in any event I got a lasting impression. Queer things like that happen’, don’t you think so?” Mrs. Wrandall leaned forward and spoke to Leslie. As he turned, she handed him the envelope, without comment. “Great Scott!” he exclaimed. “Mr. Booth is a mind reader," she explained. “He has been reading your thoughts, dear boy.” Booth understood, and grinned. “You don’t mean to say—” began the dumfounded Leslie, still staring at the sketch. “Upon my word, it's a wonderful likeness, old chap. I didn’t know you’d ever met her.” “Met her?” cried Booth, an amiable conspirator./ “I've never met her.” “See here, don’t try anything like that on me. How ,could you do thie if you’ve never seen—" “He is a mind reader," cried Sara. “Haven’t you been thinking of her steadily so we'll say ten minutes?” demanded Booth. Leslie reddened. “Nonsense!” “That’s a mental telepathy sketch,” said the artist, complacently. "When did you do that?” , “This instant, you might say. See! Here is the crayon point. I always carry one around with me for just such—” “All right,” said Leslie blandly, at the same time putting the envelope in his swn pocket; “we’ll let it go at that. If you’re so clever at mind pictures you can go to work and make another for yourself. I mean to keep this one.” “I say,” began Booth, dismayed.

“One’s thoughts are his own,” said the happy possessor of the sketch. He turned his back on them. Sara was contrite. “He will never give It up,” she lamented. “Is he really hard hit?” asked Booth in surprise. “I wonder,” mused Sara “Of course he’s welcome to the sketch, confound him.” “Would you like to paint her?” “Is this a commission?” “Hardly. I know her, that’s all. She is a very dear friend.” “My heart is set on painting some one else, Mrs. Wrandall.” “Oh!” “When I know you better I’ll tell you who she Is.” “Could you make a sketch of this other one from memory?" she asked lightly. “I think so. I’ll show you one this evening. I have my trusty crayon about me always, as I said before.” Later in the afternoon Booth came face to face with Hetty. He was descending the stairs and met her coming up. The sun streamed in through the tall windows at the turn in the stairs, shining full in her uplifted face as she approached him from below. He could not repress the start 1 of amazement. She was carrying a box of roses in her arms—red roses whose stems protruded far beyond the end of the pasteboard box and reeked of a fragrant dampness. ?■ ’ She gave him a shy, startled smile as she passed. He had stopped to make room for her on the turn. Somewhat dazed, he continued on his way down the steps, to suddenly iwnember with a twinge of dismay that he had not returned her polite smile, but had stared at her with most unblinking fervor. In no little shame and embarrassment he sent a swift glance over his shoulder. She was walking close to the banister rail on the floor above. As he glanced up their eyes met, for she too had turned to peer. Leslie Wrandall was standing near the foot of the stairs. There was an eager, exalted look in his face that slowly gave way to well-assumed unconcern as his friend came upon him and grasped his arm. . “I say, Leslie, is she staying here?” cried Booth, lowering his voice to an excited half-whisper. “Who?” demanded Wrandall vacantly. His mind appeared to be elsewhere. “Why, that’suthe girl I saw on the road— Wako yip! The one on the envelope, you dss. Is she the one you were telling me about in the club —the Miss What's-Her-Name who —” “Oh, you mean Miss Castleton. She’s just gone upstairs. You must have met her oil the steps.” “You know I did. So that is Miss Castleton.” “Ripping, isn’t ske? Didn’t I tell you so ?” “She’s beautiful. She is a type, just as you said, old man—a really wonderful type. I saw her yesterday—and the day oefore.” t ■ “I’ve been wondering how you managed to get a likeness of her on the back of an envelope,” said Leslie sarcastically. “Must have had a good long look at her. my boy It isn’t a snap-shot, you know.” Booth flushed. “It Is an Impression, that’s all. I drew it from memory, pon my soul.” ' - “She’ll be immensely gratified, I'm sure.” “For heaven’s sake, Les, don’t be such a fool as to show the thing," cried Booth in consternation. “She’d never understand.” “Oh, you needn't worry. She has a fine sense of humor.” Booth didn’t know whether to laugh or scowl. He compromised with himself by slipping his arm through that of his friend and saying heartily: “I wish you the best of luck, old boy.” “Thanks,” said Leslie drily. (TO BE CONTINUED)

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