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Terror-stricken and with sinking strength she made her way to the hotel

and slipped up to the parlor Throwing off her wraps she went to the

; Glover was co up the street There was only a moment in

which to collect herself She hastened to her bedrooers ran treht up a fresh handkerchief for her

girdle, looked for an instant appealingly into her own eyes and closed

them to think Glover rapped

She er his fond eyes

She drugged his ear with a low-voiced greeting "You are late,

dearest"

He looked at her and caught her hands As his head bent she let her

lips lie in his kiss, and let his arain They walked together toward the fireplace, and when she

saw the sadness of his face fear in her heart gave way to pity "What

is it?" she whispered "Tell me"

"The car has come with Doubleday and McGraw, Gertrude The wreck was

terribly fatal Morris Blood must have jumped from the cab The track

I have told you is blasted there out of the cheek of the mountain, and

it's impossible to tell what his fate ood hope, I believe, for Morris; he is a h on a narrow chance And Gertrude--I couldn't tell you

if I didn't think you had a right to know everything I know It breaks

lad you told me the truth," she trembled, "for I knew it----"