The Syracuse Journal, Volume 20, Number 13, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 28 July 1927 — Page 7

i ij _i j nun 1111 G7>c? ::: , • ' ■:: "J GERALDINE BONNER !:: ’ mTh b' b i TTi 1111111 i l l i i i- ■ WXV B«rrtc« (Copyright by Th# Bobba-M«rrtU Co.) CHAPTER XlV—Continued So Joe had died, a body clad in gala dress swirling out on currents that would never bring him back. Anne said nothing. She, did not feel any special grief, or feeling of any kind. Too much had happened, she was benumbed. She had a vague sense that tn some" future time, when she had recovered from her dulled and battered state, she might be sorry, cry perhaps. Her eyes fell on her hand with Sybil’s clasped around it and the -sight of the linked fingers roused her. She lifted her head and looked at the face beside her: . "But—but—why did you do all this? Hide, not say anything, let them think you were dead?” "I wanted to get away.” "Get away! What for—where?” "To Jim Dallas. I know where - he is." “You've known?" ; “For a month. I've written him telling him I'd come if I could, if 1 ever would, oh. but It's been hopeless. 1 was spied on. dogged, followed —“ Her voice rose on a hoarse note, stopped, and after a scared listening hush, went on whispering: “1 want to stay dead, never come to life here again. It’a my chance —the only chance I'll ever have. You've found me now and DI tell you everything." And she told Anne the story—the story that no one else has ever beard. Since she had received his address the longing to Join her lover had possessed her. She had written she would come, she knew he was Walting for her, but the watch kept upon her made any move impossible. Whatever ber anguish, she could not risk be---truylng Ills whereabouts; If it had only herself, she would have •dared anything. In this position, growing daily more unbearable, had suddenly come the means of escape. Tragedy, swift and terrible as a bolt from the blue, had been her opportunity, and she had desperately oeized it From her window, after the Interview with Stokes, she had seen Joe. In hfs Sebastian dress, pass below. She had known it was he because of the costume and was astonished, supposing him already gone. Stokes came into view following him and the disturbing idea seized her that he had mistaken the boy for herself. She had run to the door to go down and end the misapprehension, and then stopped —at close quarters Stokes would see who It was. and to let Joe—evlltongued and hostile—discovered their rendezvous, was the last thing site wanted. She went back to the window to watch the outcome and saw neither of them. This frightened her—the only place they could have disappeared to' was the summer house. Stokes might say too much before he discovered his mistake, and panic-stricken, she was al-out to rush out. when run from the doorway and the shot followed. For a space—she had no idea how long—she was paralyzed, not believing her senses. She remembered moving back into the room and from there she saw Stokes Issue from the summer house and dee to the shelter of the pine wood that told her what she had seen was real, a murder had been committed under her eyes, and she went to the door to go down. Holding It open she paused on the threshold, heard I lie voices below, heard Stokes’ entering words and had made a for- I ward step to run down and denounce I him., when a sound from outside | f i.j ped her. Flora's cry that Sybil I was killed. It was that wild screaming voice that gave her the Idea, seut it through Her bruin like a zigzag of lightningWhile the people below made their clamorous rush from the house, she stood in the doorway, motionless in contemplation of the possibilities that opened before her. The excitement that bad shaken her a few minutes earlier died, her mind steadied and cleared, site felt herself uplifted by an invincible daring and courage. There was no danger of a recovery of the body for she had heard from Gabriel wud Miss Pinkney that bodies carried out’on the tide were never found. Alone on the second floor with little fear of interruption she had gone about her preparations at once. She had taken nothing from her own room but money from her purse (leaving a •mall amount to avert suspicion) the candies from the box on the table, a few crackers she had brought up the night before from supper, and a pair of scissors. Then going to Joe's room •he had gathered the clothes he hall discarded, lying ready to her hand oo> the bed—everything from the shoes to the cap—and stolen out and upward to the top floor. Here she had put on (be clothes and cut off her hair—she •bowed Anne the ends of the yellow curia in her Jacket pocket—hiding her own clothes in a box In the storeroom. The next day she had been a prey to a rising tide of alarm. From behind a curtain she had watched the search of the Island and realized a bunt through the top floor must follow. Every sign of her presence was obliterated and she studied her shr•windings for a hiding place. The windows, opened half way to air the rooms, suggested the possibility of a cache outside. Climbing up the wail ,MUfeV* o * was ***

branches twisted into ropes ana covered with a mantle of dense foliage. The main trunk passed close to the window of the room that faced the stair-bead, the place where she sat waiting for ascending footsteps. When Anne had made her visit, she had heard the first creak of the stairs and crawled out under the raised window. With a foothold on the gutter she had slipped behind the curtain of the vine, her hands gripped round Its limbs. Even from the garden below she thought it would have been impossible to detect her. Os Anne’s whispered pleadings she had heard nothing; she had supposed the intruder one of the men. When they came up she had had plenty of time to hide for she had heard their footsteps when they came along the hall. After the visit of Rawson and Wiltiaras she knew the danger of detection increased with every hour. Also the necessity for food could not be denied much longer. The one chance left her was to get away that night, make what she felt would be a last attempt to gain the freedom that meant life to her. The darkness was In her favor and she resolved to slip from the house and cross the bed of the channel below the causeway. At the foot of the stairs she had hesitated, undecided whether to go by the living room or the kitchen. Finally she chose the way she knew best, where she was familiar with the disposition of the furniture. As the flashlight burst she had made a noiseless rush for the stairs, was in the upper passage when the women's doors flew ami Rawson came running along the hall below. The darkness and noise hud covered her flight, but In her eyrie on the top floor she had crouched •at the head of the stairs sick with uncertainty and dread. The concerted shrieks of the women had come eerily to her—cries of her own name. She guessed then a picture had been It Stood Out in Sharp Silhouette. taken, they had seen it. and she waited, not knowing what was coming., She had stayed there a long time, listening with every sense alert, heart! silence gathering over the house and then gone back to her place by the window: \ “1 hadn't given up. I had the spirit to fight still. But it was so awful not knowing anything, what they were doing, If they'd found out I was alive. And what was I to do—stay here, get out on the Island? I couldn’t tell, I was ull In the dark, and I felt my nerve weaken for the first time. And then I heard your voice, Anne, ‘l’m coming to help you.’ it said." She drew back and looked with solemn t meaning into the other's face. “You meant It? You will help me?" •'Sybil, you know It" only one way you can." “Any way." “Let me go." “Never tell—that you were here — that it wasn't you?" "Yes. let me st; ‘.y dead. Everybody believes It, let them go <»n believing. It was death, my life since that night when Jim disapi»eared. It wasn't worth going on with. Now I can go to him, be with him. there’ll be no one watching Sybil Saunders any more. Even If 1 looked like myself it would be only the chance resemblance to a murdered woman. And do 1 like myself?” She turned her face to the light, bright now with the coming of the sun. Below the smooth sweep of hair across her forehead It was so changed In its pallor and thinness, so bereft of Its rounded curves and delicate freshness that it was only a dim reflection of Sybil’s—the face of a wayworn lad in whom the same blood ran. The havoc worked by the suffering that bad so transfigured It drove like a knife to Anne’s heart. She felt the prick of tears under iter eyelids and lowered her head—Sybil gripping at her happiness with the fierce courage of despair, and now Sybil going, breaking ull ties, going forever. For a moment she could not speak and the other, thinking her silence meant re-❖X<‘XOX<-XOX<‘X<‘X-frX<X«X<-X'o-X<-X

Conserve Energy by Act of Hibernation

The members of the American Society of Mammologists have been requested to look Into lite subject of hibernation with the hope that it might be made use of by humans. The suggestion was made by Vernon Bailey of the United States biological survey. Hibernation Is something between sleep and death which progresses fintil the sleeper's body becomes cold and respiration reaches a scarcely perceptible rate. This condition In some mammals might continue for six months; others awake occasionally to feed from food stored nearby. It is said to be practiced by some of the Isolated tribes of northern Russia. where food is scarce and where the winters are so severe that they can do little work. They tuck themselves away and arouse only occasionally to take a little food which Is placed nearby. Food in very small quantities suffices. as ’ha biberaators are called up-

iuctance to agree, caugnt at ner hands, pleading, with breathless urgence: “They’ve accepted everything —it’B all explained and ended. Joe has gone, dropped out of sight Boys of his kind do that do something they’re | ashamed of and disappear. What good would It do Stokes or Bassett or the police to know it was Joe who was I killed? It’s not lies, it’s not beiag I false to anyone, it’s only to keep silent and let me go. Oh. Anne, we’ve been real friends, we’ve loved each other — Love me enough to let me be happy." ■ The rim of the sun slipped above the distant sea line and sent a ray of brilliant light through the window. It touched their seated figures and lay rosy on Anne’s face as she raised it “Go." she said softly. “Go. TH never tell —I’ll keep that promise as long- aa I live.” She could stay no longer, the house would be waking soon. There was a rapid Interchange of last injunctions. Information for Sybil’s safety. Tonight at low tide she would cross on the causeway. Every evidence of her occupation would be removed and with this In mind she took her Viola dress from Its hiding place and gave It to Anne. No one, ransacking the top floor at Gull island would ever find a trace of her. That night was cloudy—great black banks passing across the heavens. At j times they broke and through serene open spaces the moon rode, silvering the sea. turning the pools and streamlets of the channel bed to a shining tracery. A boy's figure that had started across the causeway In the dark, was caught in one of these transitory gleams, a flitting shadow on the straight bright path. It stood out in sharp silhouette, running on the slippery stones, then clouds swept across the moon and tn the darkness It gained the shore and the sheltering ( Dogs scented Its passage and broke • out barking; the sound following Its progress till the houses were passed and the road stretched on between quiet fields to the railway. Some people heard the dogs—light- I sleeping villagers who turned and wondered if a tramp was about and lapsed into comfortable slumber. In the stillness of the room where Stokes lay unconscious. drawing toward the hour of deliverance, the barking sounded loud and insistent. The nurse was disturbed by it and went to the window and looked out, but Flora never heard it. Anne did and sat up in bed following it along the edge of the vlllaga till It died on the outskirts. EPILOGUE Three years later Bassett and Anne had a friend at dinner. He was a writer who had just returned from a successful lecture tour in Australia, on his way back he had ranged through the pleasant reaches of the South seas and had fallen under their spell—a little more money In hla pocket and for him It would be a plantation on some isle of enchant- : ment Not the accessible places, they were already spoiled, steamers had come, Jazz music, and tourists in pith helmets with red guidebooks were under your feet. It was the remoter • Islands, still out of the line of travel, where a trading schooner was the sole link Vrith the world. He had made a point of visiting some of these—hired an old tub with a native crew and gone batting about and had a glimpse of the real thing that Stevenson saw. And he enlarged on a particular island, the endmoat of a scattered group, where he had found an American and his wife running a copra plantation. Itolightful people called Whittier, he'd stayed several days with them in a long bamboo house on the edge of a lagoon—you couldn't Imagine anything more beau- ' tiful. After dinner, moving about in the sitting room, the guest had stopped before a photograph standing on a side table, picked it up and asked whose it was. Bassett had answered —a friend of his wife, now dead. But he would remember—it was Sybil Saunders who had met with such a tragic death some years ago. The guest nodded; of course he remembered, a horrible affair. Then after a last look at the photograph he turned to Anne: “It's like that Mrs. Whittier I was I telling you about. Just the same eyes - quite remarkably like, only she’s a bit stouter and more mature. It i. might have been her picture when she was a girl." Wl.en the evening was ©ver Bassett escorted the guest to the door. Ou his way back to the sitting room he thought he would suggest to Anne that she put away the photograph—people noticed it and the subject kepi coming up. it was evidently unbearably painful to ber for she rarely apoke of it; that dark chapter in her life was u ’thing closed and sealed. He had the words i® his Ups as he entered the room and then saw that she held the picture in her hands and was looking Intently at it. softly smiling, ber expression tranquil, even happy. That was good —the wound had healed — so be said nothing. [THE END.) [»X»X»X»X»X»X»X»X»X»X»X»X»X'»

on to use such a trifling amount of energy. It Is a matter of record that Nansen, the explorer, isolated many years ago In the Arctic virtually slept through the entire winter months, arousing himself momentarily from day to day only to eat frozen blubber before drowsing off again. Etiquette Corutant Problem proper manners are set by the leaders of every age in history, and yet “high society" is hardly less guilty than the lower social orders at times. The situation became so bad during the reign of Louts XIV tn France, who had poor eating manners, that books of instruction were Issued then as now. At one time the fork was held “indecent.” Your wife, as well as yjur sins, will find you out

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