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CHAPTER XX.—Continued.
"I thought perhaps ho hud written
you about hiu plans."
My father does not know that I
have returned to New York."
"Oh. 1 see Of course. Um—nm! By
the way, 1 think the colonel Is a cork-
er. One of the most amiable thorough-
breds I've ever come across. Ripping.
Ho* never said anything to me about
your antipathy toward him, but 1 can
see with half nu oye that he is terribly
depressed about it. Can't you get to-
gether some way on—"
"Really, Mr. Wrandall, you are en-
couraging your Imagination to a point
where words ultimately must fail you,"
she said very positively. Ilooth could
hardly repri as a chuckle.
"It's not Imagination on my part,"
said Leslie with conviction, failing ut-
terly to recognize tlio obvious. "I sup-
pose you know that he is coming over
to visit me for Bix weeks or bo. We be-
came rattling good friend* beforo we
parted. My Jove, you slioulu hear him
on old Lord Murgatroyd's will! The
quintessence of wit! I couldn't take it
as he does. Kxpectations and all that
sort of thing, you know, going up like
a hot air balloon and bursting In plain
view. But he never squeaked. Laughed
it off. A British attribute, 1 dare say
1 suppose you know that he is obligei
to sell his estate In Ireland?"
Hetty started. She could not con
ceal the look of shame that leaped in
to her eyes.
"I—I did not know," she murmured.
"Must be quite a shock to you. Sit
down, Brandy. You look very pictur-
esque standing, but chairs were made
to sit upon—or in, whichever is proper,
Booth shrugged his shoulders.
"1 think I'll stand, If you don't mind,
Les."
"I merely suggested It, old chap
fearing you might have overlooked the
possibilities. Yes, Miss Castleton, he
left us in London to go up to Belfast
on this dismal business." There was
something in the back of his mind that
he was trying to get at in a tactful
manner. "By the way, is this property
entailed?"
"I know nothing at all about it, Mr.
Wrandall," said she, with a pleading
glance at her lover, as if to inquire
what stand she should take in this dis-
tressing situation.
"If it is entailed he can't sell it,'
said Booth quietly.
"That's true," said Leslie, some-
what dubiously. Then, with a mag-
nanimity that covered a multiude of
doubts he added: "Of course, I am
only interested in seeing that you are
properly protected, Miss Castleton.
I've no doubt you hold an interest in
the estates."
"I can't very well discuss a thing I
know absolutely nothing about," she
said succinctly.
"Most of it Is In building lots and
factories in Belfast, of course. It was
more in the nature of a question than
a declaration. "The old family castle
isn't very much of an asset, I take It."
"I fancy you can truBt Colonel Cas-
tleton to make the best possible deal
In the premises," said Booth drily.
"I suppose bo," said the other re-
signedly. "He Is a shrewd beggar, I'm
convinced of that. Strange, however,
that 1 haven't heard a word from lilm
since he left us lu London. I've been
expecting a cablegram from him every
day for nearly a fortnight, letting me
know when to expect him."
"Are you going to California this
winter for the flying?" asked Hetty.
Sara entered at that juncture, and
they all sat down to listen for half an
hour to Leslie's haraugue on the way
the California meet was being mis-
managed, at the end of which he de-
parted.
He took Booth away with him, much
to that young man's diBgust.
"Do you know, Brandy, old fellow,"
said he as they walked down Fifth ave-
nue in the gathering dusk of the early
winter evening, "ever since I've begun
to suspect that damned old humbug of
a father of hers, I've been congratu-
lating myself that there isn't the re-
motest chance of his ever becoming
my father-in-law. And, by George,
you'll never know how near I was to
leaping blindly into the brambles.
What a close call I had!"
Booth's sarcaBtic smile waB hidden
by the dusk He made no pretense of
openly resenting the meanness of
spirit that moved Leslie to these cad-
dish remarks. He merely announced
in a dry, cutting voice:
I think Miss CaBtleton is to be con-
gratulated that her injury is no greater
than nature made it In the beginning."
"What do you mean by 'nature?'"
" Nature gave her a father, didn't
it?"
"Obviously."
"Well, why add insult to injury?"
"By Jove! Oh. I say. old man!"
Tliey parted at the next*corner. As
Booth started to cross over to the
Plaza, Leslie called out after him:
"I say, Brandy, just a second, please
Are you going to marry Miss Castle-
ton?"
"I am."
"Then. I retract the scurvy things I
paid back there. I asked her to marry
me three times and she refused me
three times. What I said about the
brambles was rotten. I'd ask her again
If I thought she's have me. There you
are, old fellow. I'm a rotten cad, but
I apologize to you just the same."
"You're learning, Leslie," said Booth,
taking the band the other held out to
him.
While the painter was dining at his
club luter on in tb« evening, he was
called to the telephone. Watson was
on the wire. He said that Mrs. Wran-
dall would like to know If Mr. Booth
could drop in on her for a few min-
utes after dinner, "to discuss a very
important matter, if you please, sir."
At nine o'clock, Booth was in Sara's
library, trying to grasp a new and re-
markable phase.in the character of
that amazing woman.
He found Hetty waiting for him
when he arrived.
1 don't know what it all means,
Brandon," Bhe said hurriedly, looking
over her slipulder as she spoke. "Sara
says that she haB come to a decision j
of some sort. She wants us to hear
her plan before making It final. I—I
don't understand her at all tonight."
"It can't be anything serious, dear-
est," he Bald, but something cold and
minifies.' oppressed him Just the same.
"She atked me if I had finally de-
cided to—to be your wife, Brandon. 1
said 1 had asked you for two or three
days more In which to decide. It
seemed to depress her. She said she
didn't see how she could give me up,
even to you. She wants to be near
me always. It Is—It Is really tragic,
Brandon."
He took her hands In his.
"We can fix that," said he confident-
ly. "Sara can live with us if she feels
that way about It. Our home shall be
hers when she likes, and as long as
she chooses. It will be open to her all
the time, to come and go or to Btay,
just as she elects. Isn't that the way
to put It?"
"I suggested something of the sort,
but she wasn't very much impressed.
Indeed, she appeared to be somewhat
—yes, I could not have been mistaken
—somewhat harsh and terrified when
1 spoke, of It. Afterwards Bhe was
more reasonable. She thanked me and
—there were tears in her eyes at the
time—and said she would think It
over. All she asks Is that 1 may be
happy and free and untroubled all the
rest of my life. This was before din-
ner. At dinner she appeared to be
brooding over something. When we
left the table she took me to her room
and said that she had ci^me to an Im-
portant decision. Then she Instructed
Watson to find you If possible."
Gad, it's all very upsetting," he
said, shaking his head.
"1 think her conscience is troubling
her. She hates the Wrandalls, but I—
I don't know why I should feel as I
do about it—but I believe she wants
them to know!"
He stared for a moment, and then
his face brightened. "And so do I, Het-
ty. so do I! They ought to know!"
"I should feel so much easier if the
whole world knew," said she earnestly.
Sara heard the girl's words as she
stood In the door. She came forward
with a strange—even abashed—smile,
after closing the door behind her.
I don't agree with you, dearest,
when you say that the world should
know, but I have come to the conclu-
sion that you should be tried and ac-
quitted by a jury made up of Challis
Wrandall's own flesh and blood. The
Wrandalls must know the truth."
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CHAPTER XXI.
The Jury of Four.
The Wrandalls sat waiting and won-
dering. They had been sent for and
they had deigned to respond, much to
The Wrandalls Leaned Forward
Their Chairs.
their own surprise. Redmond Wran-
dall occupied a place at the head of
the library table. At his right sat his
wife. Vivian and Leslie, by direction,
took seats at the side of the long table,
which had been cleared of its mass of
books and magazines. Lawyer Car-
roll was at the other end of the table,
perceptibly nervous and anxious. Het-
ty sat a little apart from the others, a
rather forlorn, detachcd member of the
conclave Brandon Booth, pale-faced
and alert, drew up a chair alongside
Carroll, facing Sara who alone re-
mained standing, directly opposite the
four Wrandalls.
Not one of the Wrandalls knew why
they, as a family, were there. They
had not the slightest premonition of
what was to come. I
1 he Wrandalls had been routed
from their comfortable fireside—for
what? They were asking the question
of themselves and they were waiting
stonily for the answer.
"It is very stuffy in here," Vivian
had said with a glance at the closed
doors after Sara had successfully
placed her jury In the box.
"Keep still, Viv," whispered Leslie,
with a line assumption of awe. "It's a
spiritualistic meeting. You'll scare
the spooks away."
It was, at this Juncture that Sara
rose from her chair and faced them,
as calmly, aB complacently us If Blie
were about to ask them to proceed to
the dining-room instead of to throw a
bomb into their midst that would shat-
ter their smug serenity for all time to
come. With a glance at Mr. Carroll
she began, clearly, firmly and without
a prefatory apology for what was to
follow.
1 have asked you to come here to-
night to be my judges. I am on trial.
You are about to hear the story of my
unspeakable perfidy. 1 only require of
you that you hear me to the end be-
fore passing judgment."
At her words, Hetty and Booth start-
ed perceptibly; a quick glance passed
between them, as if each was inquir-
ing whether the other had caught the
extraordinary words of self-Indictment.
A puzzled frown appeared on Hetty's
brow.
"Perfidy?" interposed Mr. Wrandall.
His wife's expression changed from
one of bored indifference to sharp in-
quiry. Leslie paused in the act of
lighting a cigarette.
It is the mildest term I can com-
mand," said Sara. "I shall be as brief
as possible in stating the case, Mr.
Wrandall. You will be surprised to
hear that I have taken it upon myself,
as the wife of Chaliis Wrandali and,
as I regard it, the one most vitally
concerned if not interested in the dis-
covery and punishment of the person
who took his life—I say I have taken
it upon myself to shield, protect and
defend the unhappy young woman who
accompanied him to Burton's inn on
that night in March. She has had my
constant, my personal protection for
more than twenty months."
The Wrandalls leaned forward in
their chairs. The match burned Les-
lie's fingers, and he dropped it without
appearing to notice the pain.
"What is this you are saying?" de-
manded Redmond Wrandall.
"When I left the Inn that night, after
seeing my husband's body in the little
upBtairs room, I said to myself that
the one who took his life had unwit-
tingly done me a service. He was my
husband; I loved him, I adored him.
To the end of my days I could have
gone on loving him in spite of the
cruel return he gave for my love and
loyalty. I shall not attempt to tell
you of the countless lapses of fidelity
on his part. You would not believe me.
But he always came back to me with
the pitiful love he had for me, and 1
forgave him his transgressions. These
things you know. He confessed many
things to you, Mr. Wrandall. He
humbled himself to me. Perhaps you
will recall that 1 never complained to
you of him. What rancor I had was
always directed toward you, his fam-
ily, who would see no wrong in your
king but looked upon me as dirt be-
neath his feet. There were moments
when I could have Blain him with my
own hands, but my heart rebelled.
There were times when he said to me
that I ought to kill him for the things
ile had done. You may new understand
what I mean when I say that the girl
who went to Burton's Inn with him
did me a service. I will not say that
I considered her guiltless at the time.
On the contrary, I looked upon her in
quite a different way. I had no means
of knowing then that she was as pure
as snow and that he would have di-
sponed her of everything that was
sweet and sacred to her. She took his
life in order to save that which was
dearer to her than her own life, and
she was on her way to pay for her
deed with her life if necessary when
I came upon her and intervened."
"You—you know who she is?" said
Mr. Wrandall, in a low, incredulous
voice.
"I have known almost from the be-
ginning Presently you will hear her
story, from her own lips."
Involuntarily four pairs of eyes shift-
ed. They looked blankly at Hetty CaB-
tleton.
Speaking swiftly, Sara depicted the
scenes and sensations experienced dur-
ing that memorable motor journey to
New York city,
I could not believe that she was a
vicious creature, even then. Some-
thing told me that she was a tender,
gentle thing who had fallen Into evil
hands and had struck because she
was unevil. I did not doubt that she
had been my husband's mlstri«s, but
I could not destroy the conviction that
somehow Bhe had been Justified in
doing the thing she had dono. My
gravest mistake was in refusing to
hear her story In all of its detailB.
I only permitted her to acknowledge
that she had killed him, no more. 1
did not want to hear the thing which
I assumed to be true. Therein lies
my deepest fault. For months and
months I misjudged her In my heart,
yet secretly loved her. Now I under-
stand why I loved her. It was because
she was Innocent of the only crime I
could lay at her feet. Now I come
to the crime of which I stand self-
accused. I must ha ;*e been mad all
these months. I have nc other defense
to offer. You may take It as you see
it for yourselves. 1 do not ask for
pardon. After I deliberately had set
about to shield this unhappy girl—to
cheat the law, if you please—to cheat
you, perhaps—I conceived the horrible
thought to avenge myself for all the
indignities I had sustained at the
hands of you Wrandalls, and at the
same time to even my account with
the one woman whom I could put my
Anger upon as having robbed me of
my husband's love. You see I put it
mildly. I have hated all of you, Mrs.
Wrandall, even as you have hated me.
Today—now—I do not feel as I did in
other days toward you. I do not love
you, still I do not hate you. I do not
forgive you, and yet I think I have
come to see things from your point
of view. I can only repeat that
do not hate you as I once did."
She paused. The Wrandalls were
too deeply submerged in horror to
speak. They merely stared at her as
if stupefied; as breathless, as motion-
less as stones.
"There came a day when I observed
that Leslie was attracted by the guest
in my house. On that day the plan
took root in my brain. I—"
Good God!" fell from Leslie's lips.
"You—you had that in mind?"
'It became a fixed, inflexible pur-
pose, Leslie. Not that I hated you
as I hated the rest, for you tried to
be considerate. The one grudge I held
against you was that In seeking to sus-
tain me you defamed your own brother.
You came to -me with stories of his'
misdeeds; you said that he was a
scoundrel and that you would not
blame me for 'showing him up.' Do
you not remember? And so my plot
involved you; you were the only one
through whom I could strike. There
were times when I faltered. I could
not bear the thought of sacrificing
Hetty Castleton, nor was it easy to
thoroughly appease my conscience in
respect to you. Still, if I could have
had my way a few months ago, if
coercion had been of any avail, you
would now be the husband of your
brother's slayer. Then I came to
know that she was not what I had
thought she was. She was honest.
My bubble burst. I came out of the
maze in which I had been living and
saw clearly that what I had contem-
plated was the most atrocious—"
"Atrocious?" cried Mrs. Redmond
Wrandall between her set teeth. "Dia-
bolical! Diabolical! My God, Sara,
what a devil you—" She did not com-
plete the sentence, but sank back in
her chair and stared with wide, horror-
struck eyes at her rigid daughter-in-
law.
Her husband, his hanU shaking as
if with palsy, pointed a finger at Het-
ty. "And so you are the one we have
been hunting for all these months,
Miss Castleton! You are the one we
want! You who have eat at our table,
you who have smiled in our faces "
Stop, Mr. Wrandall!" commanded
Sara, noting the ashen face of the girl.
"Don't let the fact escape you that I
am the guilty person. Don't forget
that she owed her freedom, if not her
life to me. I alone kept her from
giving herself up to the l,.w. All that
has transpired since that night in
March must be placed to my account.
Hetty Castleton has been my prisoner.
She has rebelled a thousand times and
I have conquered—not by threats but
by love! D* you understand? Be-
cause of her love for me, ami because
she believed that I loved her, she sub-
mitted. You are not to accuse her,
Mr. Wrandall. Accuse me! I am on
trial here. Hetty Castleton is a wit-
ness against me, If you choose to call
upon her as such. If not, I shall ask
her to speak in my defense, if she can
do so."
"This is lunacy!" cried Mr. Wran-
dall, coming to his feet. "1 don't care
what your motives may have been.
They do not make her any less a mur-
deress. She—" >
"We must give her over to the po-
lice—" began his wife, struggling to
her feet. She staggered. It was
Booth who stepped quickly to her side
to support her. Leslie was staring at
Hetty.
Vivian touched her father's arm.
She was very pale but vastly more
composed than the others.
"Father, listen to me," she said. Her
voice trembled in spite of ner effort
to control It. "We are condemning
Miss Castleton unheard. Let us hear
everything before we—"
tiood God, Vivian! Do you mean
Their Jaws
husband sat down.
hard.
"Thank you, Vivian," said Sara, sur-
prised in spite of herself. "You are
nobler than I—"
"Please don't thank me, Sara," said
Vivian icily. "1 was speaking for Miss
Castleton."
Sara flushed. "I suppose It is use-
less to ask you to be fair to Sara
Gooch, as you choose to call me."
"Do you feel in your heart that we
still ewe you anything?"
"Enough of this, Vivian," spoke up
her father harshly. "If Miss Castle-
ton desires to speak we will listen to
her. I must advise you, Miss Castle-
ton, that the extraordinary disclosures
made by my daughter-in-law do not
lessen your culpability. We do not in
sist on this confession from you. You
deliver it at your own risk. I want
to be fair with you. If Mr. Carroll
is your counsel, he may advise you
now to refuse to make a statement."
Mr. Carroll bowed slightly in the
general direction of the Wrandalls
have already advised Miss Castleton
to state the case fully and completely
to you, Mr. Wrandall. It was I who
originally suggested this—well, what
you might call a private trial for her.
I am firmly convinced that when you
have heard her story, you, as her
judges, will acquit her of the charge
of murder. Moreover, you will bo con
tent to let your own verdict end the
matter, sparing yourselves the shame
and ignominy of having her story told
in a criminal court for the delectation
of an eager but somewhat, implacable
world."
Your language Is extremely un-
pleasant, Mr. Carroll," said Mr. Wran-
dall coldly.
"I meant to speak kindly, sir."
"Do you mean, sir, that we will let
the matter rest after hearing the—"
That is precisely what 1 mean, Mr.
Wrandall. You will not consider her
guilty of a crime. Please bear in
mind this fact: but for Sara and Miss
Castleton you would not have known
the truth. Miss Castleton could not
be convicted in a court of Justice. Nor
will she be convicted here this eve-
ning, in this little court of ours."
"Miss Castleton is not on trial," in-
terposed Sara calmly. "I am the of-
fender. She has already been tried
and proved Innocent."
Leslie, in his impatience, tapped
sharply on the table with his seal ring.
"Please let her tell the story. Per-
mit me to say, Miss Castleton, that
you will not find the Wrandalls as
harsh and vindictive as you may have
been led to believe."
Mrs. Wrandall passed her hand over
her eyes. "To think that we have
been friendly to this girl all these—"
"Calm yourself, my dear," said her
husband, after a glance at his son
and daughter, a glance of unspeak-
able helplessness. He could not un-
derstand them.
As Hetty arose, Mrs. Wrandall sen-
ior lowered her eyes and not once did
she look up during the recital that
followed. Her handB were lying limply
in her lap, and she breathed heavily,
almost stertoriously. The younger
Wrandalls leaned forward with their
clear, unwavering gaze fixed on the
earnest face of the young English-
woman who had slain their brother.
"You have heard Sara accuse her-
self," said the girl slowly, dispassion-
ately. "The shock was no greater to
you than it was to me. All that she
has said is true, and yet I—I would
voyage they
llD
"How can we place any reliance on
what she may say?" cried Mrs. Wran-
dall.
"Nevertheless," said Vivian firmly,
"I for one shall not condemn her un-
heard. I mean to be as fair to her as
Sara has been. It shall not be said
that all the Wrandalls are smaller
than Sara Gooch!"
"My child—" began her father In-
credulously. His jaw dropped sud-
denly. Hie daughter's shot had landed
squarely In the heart of the Wrandall
pride.
"If she has anything to say"—said
Mrs. Wrandall, waving Booth aside
and sinking stiffly Into her chair. Het
"And So You Are the One We Have
Been Hunting for All These Months."
so much rather she had left herself
unarralgned. We were agreed that I
should throw myself on your mercy.
Mr. Carroll said that you were fair
and Just people, that you would not
condemn me under the circumstances.
But that Sara should seek to take the
blame Is—"
Alas, my dear, I am to blame," said
Sara, shaking her head. "But for me
your story would have been told
months ago, the courts would have
cleared you, and all the world would
have execrated my husband for the
thing he did—my husband and your
son, Mrs. Wrandall—whom we both
loved. God believe me, I think I loved
him more than ail of you put to-
gether!"
She eat down abruptly and buried
her face in her arms on the edge of
the table.
"If I could only induce you to for-
give her," began Hetty, throwing out
her hands to the Wrandalls, only to b
met by a gesture of repugnance from
the grim old man.
"Your story, Miss Castleton," he
said hoarsely.
"From the beginning, if you please,"
added the lawyer quietly. "Leave out
nothing."
Clearly, steadily and with the ut-
most sincerity in her voice and man-
ner, the girl began the story of her
life. ,*he passed hastily over the ear-
lier periods, frankly exposing the un-
happy conditions attending her home
life, her subsequent activities as a
performer on the London stage after
Colonel Castleton's defection; the few
months devoted to posing for Hawk-
right. the painter, and later on her
engagement as governess in the
wealthy Budlong family. She devoted
some time and definiteness to her first
encounter with Ci;allis Wrandall on
board the west-bound steamer, an In-
cident that came to pass in a perfectly
natural way. Her deck chair stood
next to his, and he was not slow in
making himself agreeable. It did not
occur to her till long afterwards that
lie deliberately had traded positions
with an elderly gentleman who occu-
pied the chair on the first day out.
Before the end of the
were very good friends.
"When we landed in New York, he
assisted me in many ways. After-
wards, on learning that I was not to
go to California, I called him up on
the telephone to explain my predica-
ment. lie urged me to stay in New
York; he guaranteed that there would
be no difficulty iii securing a splendid
position in the east. I had no means
of knowing that he was married. I
accepted him for what I thought him
to be: a genuine American gentleman.
They are supposed to be particularly
considerate with women. His conduct
toward me was beyond reproach. I
have never known a man who was so
courteous, so gentle. To me, he was
the most fascinating man in the world.
No woman could have resisted him, I
am sure of that."
She shot a quick, appealing glance
at Booth's hard-set face. Her
trembled for a second.
"I fell madly In love with him," she
went on resolutely. "I dreamed of
him, I could hardly wait for'the time
to come wnen I was to see him. He
never came to the wretched little lodg-
ing house I have told you about. I I
met him outside. One night he told
me that he loved me, loved me pas-
sionately. I—I said that I would be
his wife. Somehow it seemed to me
that he regarded me very curiously
for a moment or two. He seemed to
be surprised, uncertain. I remember
that he laughed rather queerly. It
did not occur to me to doubt him. One
day he came for me, saying that he
wanted me to see the little apartment
he had taken, where we were to live
after we were married. I went with
him. He said that If I liked It, I could
move In at once, but I would not con-
sent to such an arrangement. For the
first time I began to feel that every-
thing was not as It should be. I—I
remained in the apartment but a few
minutes. The next day he came to
me, greatly excited and more demon-
strative than ever before, to say that
he had arranged for a quiet, Jolly
lHtle wedding up In the country.
Strangely enough, J experienced a
queer feeling that all was not as It
should be, but his eagerness, his per-
sistence dispelled the email doubt
that had begun even then to shape"
Itself. I consented to go with him on
the next night to an inn out in the
country, where a college friend who
was a minister of the gospel would
meet us, driving over from his parish
a few miles away. 1 said that I pre-
ferred to be married in a church. He
laughed and said it could be arranged
when we got to the Inn and had talked
It over with the minister. Still un-
easy, I asked why it was necessary
to employ secrecy? He told me that
his fam'!y were In Europe and that he
wanted to surprise them by giving
them a daughter who was actually re-
lated to an English nobleman. The
family had been urging him to marry
a stupid but rich New York girl and
he—oh, well he uttered a great deal
of nonsense about my beauty, my
charm, and all that sort of thing—"
She paused for a moment. No one
spoke. Her audience of Judges, with
the exception of the elder Mrs. Wran-
dall, watched her as If fascinated
Their faces were almost expression-
less.. With a perceptible effort, she
resumed her story, narrating events
that carried it up to the hour when
she walked into the little upstairs
room at Burton's inn with the . man
who was to be her husband.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Poets Put to Hard Labor.
The sixth grade of a certain school
in a foreign settlement In 8outh Da-
kota was learning the u.o of possess-
Ives.
The book required the pupils to cor-
rect and expand into a complete sen-
tence the following expression: "Mil-
ton and Shakespeare's works." Joseph
Nlkodym handed in this sentence-
Milton and Shakespeare work In a
coal mine."—Youth's Companion.
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