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The I of Hearts Is the “death sign"
used by Seneca Trine In the private war
of vengeance which through his daugh
ter Judith a woman of violent and crlm
Inal temper and questionable sanity hi
wages against Alan Law whose father
(now dead) Trine held responsible for the
accident which made him a helpless crip-
ple Law loves Kose but under dramstlc
circumstances saves the life of Judith
her twin sister and unwillingly gains
tier love also
CHAPTER V
The Hunted Man
That day was hot and windleae with
an unclouded sky — a day of brass and
burning
Long before any aound audible to
human ears disturbed the noonday
bush a bobcat sunning on a log In a
glade to which no trail led pricked
ears rose glanced over shoulder with
a snarl and — of a sudden was no more
there
Perhaps two minutes later a succes-
sion of remote crashlnge began to be
beard a cumulative volume of sounds
made by some heavy body forcing by
main strength through the underbrush
and ceased only when a man broke
Into the clearing pulled up stood for
an Instant swaying then reeled to a
seat on the log pillowing his head on
arms folded across his knees and shud-
dering uncontrollably in all hie limbs
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It Was a Rote
But even as he strove to calm him-
self and rest the feeling that some-
thing' was peering at him from behind
a mask of undergrowth gre intoler-
ably acute
At length he Jumped up glared wild-
ly at the spot where that something
no longer wae flung himself fran-
tically through the brush in pursuit of
It and — found nothing
With a great effort he pulled him-
self together clamped his teeth upon
the promise not again to give way toi
hallucinations and turned back to the
clearing
There upon the log on which he
had rested be found — but refused to
believe he saw — a playing card a
trey of hearts face up In the sun-
glare With a gesture of horror Alan Law
fled the place
While the sounds of his flight were
still loud a grinning half-breed guide
stole like a shadow to the log laughed
derisively after the fugitive picked up
and pocketed the card and set out
In tireless cat-footed pursuit
An hour later topping a ridge of
rising ground Alan caught from the
hollow on Its farther side the music of
dasnmg waters Tortured by thirst
he began at once to descend in reck-
less haste
The shelving moss-bede afforded
treacherous footing Alan was glad
now and then of the support of a ce-
dar but these grew ever smaller and
more widely spaced and were not al-
ways convenient to his hand He
came abruptly and at headlong pace
within sight of the eaves of a cliff —
and precisely then the hillside seemed
to slip from under him
His heels flourished In the air h!s
back thumped a bed of pebbles thinly
overgrown with moss The stones
gave the moss-skin broke be began to
slide — gfasped at random a youngish
cedar which stayed him imperceptibly
coming away with all its puny roots —
caught at another no more substan-
tial — and amid a Bhower of loose stone
shot out over the edge and down a
drop of more than thirty feet
He was Instantaneously aware of
the sun a molten ball wheeling mad-
ly in the cup of the turquoise sky
Then dark waters closed over him
He came up struggling and gasping
and struck out for something dark
that rode the waters near at hand —
something vaguely resembling a
canoe
But bis strength was largely spent
fcls breath had been driven out of him
by the force of the fall and he had
swallowed much water — while the field
f his consciousness was stricken with
confusion
Within a stroke of an outstretched
paddle he flung up a hand and went
bMS aaala-
Instantly one occupant of the
canoe a young and very beautiful wo-
man in a man’s hunting clothes spoke
a sharp word of command and as
her guide steadied the vessel with his
paddle rose In her place so surely
that ebe scarcely disturbed the nice
balance of the little craft and curved
her lithe body over the bow head
foremost Into the pool
Mr Law had In point of fact en
dured more than Le knew more than
even a weathered woodsman could
have borne without suffering Forty
eight hours of such heavy woods-
walking as he had put in to escape
tho forest fire would have served to
prostrate almost any man add to this
(Ignoring a dozen other mental nerv-
ous and physical strains) merely the
fact that he had been half-drowned
He experienced a little fever a little
delirium then blank slumbers of ex-
haustion He awoke In dark of night wholly
unaware that thirty-six hours had
passed since his fall This last how-
ever and events that had gone before
he recalled with tolerable clearness —
allowing for the sluggishness of a
drowsy mind Other memories more
vague of gentle ministering hands of
a face by turns an angel’s a flower's
a fiend's and a dear woman’s trou-
bled him even less materially He
was already sane enough to allow he
had probably been a bit out of his
head and since it seemed he had been
saved and cared for he found no rea-
son to quarrel with present circum-
stances Still he would have been grateful
for some explanation of certain phe-
nomena which still haunted him — such
as a faint elusive scent of roses with
a vague but importunate sense of a
woman’s presence in that darkened
room — things manifestly absurd
With some dlfliculty from a dry
throat he spoke or rather whis-
pered “Water!"
In response he heard someone move
over a creaking floor A sulphur
match spluttered infamously A can-
dle caught fire silhouetting — illusion
of course! — the figure of a woman in
hunting shirt and skirt Water
splashed noisily Alan became aware
of someone who stood at his side one
hand offering a glass to his lips the
other gently raising his head that he
might drink with ease
Draining the glass he breathed hie
thanks and sank back retaining his
grasp on the wrist of that unreal
hand It suffered him without re-
sistance The ' hallucination even
went so far as to say in a woman’s
soft accents:
“You are better Alan?"
He sighed incredulously: “Rose!”
The voice responded “Yes!” Then
the perfume of roses grew still more
strong seeming to fan his cheek like
a woman's warm breath And a mir-
acle came to pass for Mr Law who
realized poignantly that all this was
sheer downright nonsense distinct-
ly felt lips like velvet caress his Core-
head He closed his eyes tightened bis
grasp on that hand of phantasy and
muttered rather Inarticulately
The voice asked: “What is it
dear?”
He responded: "Delirium
But I like it Let me ravel"
Then again he slept
friend this aids tbs state as well
as bis man of business”
He paused with an embarrassed ges-
ture “So I have ventured to request
this — ah — surreptitious appointment in
order to— ah — take the further liber-
ty of asking whether you have recent-
ly sent Alan a message?”
Her look of surprise wae answer
enough hut she confirmed it with vig-
orous denial: “I have not communi
cated with Mr Law In more than a
year!”
“Precisely as I thought" Mr Digby
nodded “None the less Mr Law not
loug since received what purported to
be a message from you in fact — a
rose" And ae Miss Trine eat for-
ward with a start of dismay he aded:
“I have the information over Mr Law's
signature — a letter received ten days
ago — from Quebec"
"Alan in America!" the girl cried
in undisguised distress
“He came in response to — ah — the
message of the rose”
"But I did not send It!”
"I felt sure of that because” said
Mr Digby watching her narrowly —
"because of something that accompa-
nied the rose a symbol of another sig-
nificance altogether — a playing card a
trey of hearts”
Her eyes were blank He pursued
with opfenly sincere reluctance: "I
must tell you I see that a trey of
hearts Invariably foreslgnaled an at-
tempt by your father on the life of
Alan's father"
With a stricken cry the girl crouched
back in the chair and covered her face
with her hands
"That is why I sent for you” Mr
Digby pursued hastily as if in hope
of getting quickly over a most unhap-
py business "Alan’s letter written
and posted on the steamer reached me
within twenty-four hours of his arrival
in Quebec and detailed his scheme to
enter the United States secretly — as
he puts it ‘by the back door’ by way
of northern Maine — and promised ad-
vice by telegraph as soon as he
reached Moosehead Lake He should
have wired me ere this I am told by
those who know the country he was to
cross Frankly I am anxious about
the boy!”
"And I!” the girl exclaimed pitifully
’To think that he should be brought
into such peril through me!”
“You can tell me nothing?”
“Nothing — as yet I did not dream
of this — much less that the message
of the rose was known to any but Alan
and myself I cannot understand!”
"Then I may tell you this much
more that your father maintains a
very efficient corps of secret agents”
“You think he spied upon me?” the
girl flamed with indignation
"I know he did” Mr Digby per-
mitted himself a quiet smile "It has
Beemed my business in the service of
my employer to employ agents of my
own There Is no doubt that your
father sent you to Europe for the sole
purpose of having you meet Alan”
"Oh!” she protested "But what
earthly motive — ?’’
“That Alan might be won back to
America through you — and so — ”
There was no need to finish out his
sentence The girl was silent pale
and staring with wide eyes visibly
mustering her wits to cope with this
emergency
"I may depend on you” Mr Digby
suggested “to advise me if you find
out anything?”
"For even more” The girl rose and
extended a hand whose grasp was firm
CHAPTER VI
Disclosures
In a little corner office Boberly fur-
bished on the topmost floor of one of
lower Manhattan’s loftiest office-towers
a little mouse-brown man sat over
a big mahogany desk a little man of
big affairs sole steward of one of
America's most formidable fortunes
Precisely at eleven minutes ’ past
noon (or at the identical instant chos-
en by Alan Law to catapult over the
edge of a cliff in northern Maine) the
muted signal of the little man's desk
telephone clicked and eagerly lifting
receiver to ear he nodded with a smile
and said in accents of some relief:
“Ask her to come in at once please"
Jumping up he placed a chair in in-
timate juxtaposition with his own
and the door opened and a young
woman entered
The mouse-brown man bowed "MIbs
Rose Trine?” he murmured with a
great deal of deference
The young woman returned his bow
with a show of perplexity: “Mr Dig
by?”
“You are kind to come in response
to my — ah — unconventional invita-
tion" said the little man “Won’t
you — ah — sit down?”
She said “Thank you” gravely and
took the chair he indicated And Mr
Digby with an admiration he made no
effort to conceal examined the fair
face turned so candidly to him
“It is quite comprehensible” he said
diffidently — “if you will permit me to
say so — now that one sees you Miss
Trine It is quite comprehensible why
my employer — ah — feels toward you as
he does”
The girl flushed “Mr Law has told
you?”
“I have the honor to he his nearest
ners of life In that wasted LJd move-
less frame
An Impish malice glimmered In bli
sunken eyes as he kept her waiting
upou his pleasure And when at length
he decided to apeak It was with a ring
of hateful Irony In that strangely
sonorous voice of his
"Rose” he said slowly — "my daugh-
ter! — I am told you have today been
guilty of an act of disloyalty to me”
She said coolly: "You bad me apled
upon”
“Naturally with every reason to
question your loyalty I bad you
watched"
She waited a significant moment
then dropped an Impassive monosyl-
lable Into the alienee: "Well?"
"You have visited the man Digby
servant and friend of the man I bate
— and you love" v
She said without expression: "Yes"
"Repeat what passed between you”
“I shall not but on one condition”
"And that is?”
"Tell me first whether it was you
who sent the rose to Alan Law — and
more where Judith has been during
the last fortnight?”
“I shall tell you nothing my child
Repeat” — the resonant voice rang with
Inflexible purpose — “repeat what the
man Digby told you!”
The girl was silent He endured her
stare for a long minute a spark of
rage kindling to flame the evil old eyes
Then his one living member that
had power to serve his iron will a
hand like the claw of a bird of prey
moved toward a row of buttons sunk
In the writing-bed of his desk
"I warn you I have ways to make
you speak — "
With a quick movement the girl
bent over and prisoned the bony wrist
In her strong fingers With her other
hand at the same time she whipped
open an upper drawer of the desk and
took from It a revolver which she
placed at a safe distance
“To the contrary” she said quietly
"you will remember that the time has
passed when you could have me pun-
ished for disobedience You will call
nobody: if Interrupted I shan't hesi-
tate to defend myself And now” — lay-
ing bold of the back of his chair she
moved it some distance from the desk
— “you may as well he quiet while I
find for myself what I wish to know”
For a moment he watched in silence
as she bent over the desk rummaging
Its drawers Then with an infuriated
gesture of his left hand he began to
curse her
She shuddered a little as (he black
oaths blistered his thin old lips dedi-
ckting her and all she loved to sin
infamy and sorrow but nothing could
stay her in her purpose He was
breathless and exhausted when she
straightened up with an exclamation
of satisfaction studied intently for a
moment a sheaf of papers and thrust
them hastily into her hand-bag togeth-
er with the revolver
Then touching the pushbutton
which released a secret and little-used
door without a backward glance she
slipped from the room and closing the
door securely within another minute
had made her way unseen from the
house
than to explore this pocket domain
He feasted famously again at noon
whiled away several hours vainly whip-
ping the pools with rod and tackle
found in the camp for trout that be
rpally didn't hope would rise beneath
that blazing sun and toward three
o’clock lounged back to bia aromatic
couch for a nap
The westering sun had thrown
deep cool shadow across the cove
when he was awakened by lmportun
ate hands and a voice of magic
Rose Trine was kneeling beside him
clutching his shoulders calling on him
by name — distracted by an inexplica-
ble anxiety
He wasted no time discriminating
between dream and reality but gath
ered both Into his arms And for
moment she rested there unresisting
sobbing quietly
“What Is it? What Is it dearest?”
he questioned kissing her tears away
“To find you all right
was so afraid!” she cried brokenly
"Of what? Waen’t I all tight when
you left me here thla morning?”
She disengaged with an effort roee
and looked down strangely at him
"I did not leave you here this morn-
ing Alan I wasn’t here — ”
That brought him to his own feet
In a Jiffy "You were not!” he stam-
mered "Thpn who—?”
"Judith” she stated with conviction
“Impossible! You don’t under-
stand” The girl shook her head “Yet
know:' Judith was here until this
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Precipitating Both Into That Savage
Welter
CHAPTER VIII
‘Oh Come Come!” She Cried Wildly
and vital on his fingers A fine spirit
of resolve set her countenance aglow
“You may count on me for action on
my own part If I find circumstances
warrant It I promised not to marry
Alan because of the feud between our
fathers — but not to stand by and see
him sacrificed Tell me how I may
communicate secretly with you — and
let me go as soon as possible!”
CHAPTER VII
The Mutineer
Within the hour Rose Trine stood
before her father in that somber room
wherein he wore out his crippled days
in that place of silence and shadows
whose sinister color-scheme of crim-
son and black was the true livery of
b!s monomania — his passion for vea-
geansa that alone kept warm tbs m-
The Incredible Thing
Broad daylight the top ot a morn-
ing as rare as ever broke upon the
north country: Alan Law opening be
wildered eyes to realize the substance
of a dream come true
True it proved itself at least
part He lay between blankets upon
couch of balsam fanB In a corner of
somebody’s camp— a log structure
weather-proof rudely but adequately
furnished His clothing rough-dried
but neatly mended lay upon a chair
at his side
He rose and dressed In haste at
once exulting In his sense of complete
rest and renewed well being a prey
to hints of an extraordinary appetite
qnd provoked by signs that seemed to
bear out the weirdest flights of his de
lirious fancies
There were apparently indisputable
evidences of a woman’s recent pres
ence In the camp: blankets neatly
folded upon a second bed of aromatic
balsam in the farther corner an effect
of orderliness not common with
guides: a pair of dainty buckskin
gauntlets depending from a nail in the
wall and — he stood staring witlessly
at it for more than a minute — In an
old preserve jar on the table a single
rose warm and red dew upon its
petals!
There was also fire In the cook
stove with a plentiful display of
things to cook but despite his hunger
Alan didn’t stop for that but rushed
to the door and threw It open and him-
self out into the sunshine only to
pause dashed chagrined mystified
There was no other living thing In
sight but a loon that sported far up
the river and saluted him with a
shriek of mocking laughter
The place was a cleft in the hills
a table of level land some few acres
in area bounded on one hand be-
neath the cliff from which he had
dropped by a rushing river fat with
recent rains on the other by a second
cliff of equal height Upstream the
water curved round the shoulder of a
towering hill downstream the cliffs
closed upon It until it roared through
a narrow gorge
Near the camp upon a strip of
shelving beach that bordered the river
where it widened into a deep dark
pool two canoes were drawn up bot-
toms to the sun Dense thickets of
pines oaks and balsams hedged In
the clearing
morning I tell you I know — I saw
her only a few hours ago- She passed
us In a canoe with one of her guides
while we watched In hiding on the
banks Not that alone but another of
her guides told mine she was here
with you She had sent him to South
Portage for qujnlne He stopped
there to get drunk — and that’s how
my guide managed to worm the infor-
mation from him”
Alan passed a hand across his eyes
"I don’t understand” he said dully
"It doesn’t seem possible she
could — ”
A shot Interrupted him the report
of a rifle from a considerable distance
upstream echoed and re-echoed by the
cliffs And at this clutching fran-
tically at his arm the girl drew him
through the door and down toward the
river
"Oh come come!” she cried wild-
ly "There’s no time!”
"But why? What was that?"
"Judith is returning I left my
guide up the trail to signal us Don’t
you know what It means if we don’t
manage to escape before she gets
here?” ’
“But how?”
"According to the guide the river’s
the only way other than the trail”
“The current is too strong They
could follow — pot us at leisure from
the banks”
But downstream — the current with
us — ”
"Those rapids?”
"We must shoot them!"
“Can It be done?”
“It must be!”
Two more shots put a period to
his doubts and drove it home He
offered no further objection but
turned at once to launch one of the
canoes
As soon as it was in the water Rose
took her place In the bow paddle In
hand and Alan was about to step in
astern when a fourth shot sounded
and a bullet kicked up turf within a
dozen feet A glance discovered two
figures debouching Into the clearing
He dropped into place and planting
paddle in shallows sent the canoe
well out with a vigorous thrust
Two strokes took it to the middle
of the pool where immediately the
current caught the little craft in its
urgent grasp and sped it smoothly
through more narrow and higher
banks A moment more and the
mouth of the gorge was yawning for
them
With the clean balance of an ex-
perienced canoeman Alan rose to his
feet for an Instantaneous reconnols-
sance both forward and astern He
looked back 'first and groaned in his
heart to see the sharp prow of the
second canoe glide out from the
banks He looked ahead and groaned
The rapids were a wilderness
But there wes mow no escaping that
ordeal The canoe waa already spin-
ning between walla where the water
ran deep and fast with a glaasy sur-
face T he next Instant It was In the Jaws
and the roan settled down to work
with grim determination pitting cour-
age and strength and experience
against the ravening waters that tore
at the canoe on every hand whose
mad clamor beat back and forth be-
tween the walls of the gorge like vast
bellowlngs of infernal mirth
He fought like one possessed
There was never an instant’s grace
for judgment or execution the one
must be synchronous with the other
both Instantaneous or else — destruc-
tion The canoe wove this way and that
like an Insane shuttle threading some
satanlc loom Now It hesitated nua-
xllng a gigantic boulder over which
the water wove a pale green and
glistening hood now In the space of
a heartbeat It shot forward twice Its
length through a sea of creaming
waves now plunged wildly toward
what promised Instant annihilation
and cheated that only by the timely
plunge of a paddla guided by luck or
Instinct or both
The one ray of hope in Alan’s mind
when he surveyed before committing
himself and the woman he loved to
that hideous gauntlet sprang from
the fact that however rough the
rapids were short Now when he had
been in their grasp a minute bo
seemed to have been there hours
His laborings were tremendous un-
believable Inspired In the end they
were all but successful The goal of
safety was within thirty seconds'
more of quick hard work when Alan’s
paddle broke and the canoe swung
broadside to a boulder turned turtle
and precipitated both headlong Into
that savage welter
As the next few minutes passed he
was fighting like a mad thing against
overwhelming odds Then of a sud-
den he found himself rejected spewed
forth from the cataract and swimming
mechanically In the smooth water of
wide pool beyond the lowermost
eddy the canoe floating bottom up
near by and Rose supposing herself
ith one hand on it
Her eyes met his clear with the
sanity of her adorable courage
He floundered to her side panted In-
structions to transfer her hand to his
shoulder and struck out for the
nearer shore
Both found footing at the same
time and waded out to collapse ex-
hausted against the bank
Then with a sickening qualm Alan
remembered the pursuit He rose and
looked up the rapid just in time to
view the last swift quarter of the
canoe's descent: Judith In the bow
motionless a rifle across her knees In
the stern an Indian guide kneeling
and fighting the waters with scarcely
perceptible effort in contrast with
Alan’s supreme struggles
Like a living thing the canoe
seemed to gather Itself together to
poise to leap with all Its strength
it hurdled the eddy In a bound took
the still water with a mighty splash
and shot downstream at diminished
speed the Indian furiously backing
water
As though that had been the one
moment she had lived for Judith
lifted 'her rifle and brought It to bear
— upon her sister
With a cry of horror Alan flung
himself before Rose a living shield
anticipating nothing but immediate
death This was not accorded him
For a breathless Instant the woman in
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ly to himself that day when he had j aloud
cooked and made way with an enor- 1 of shouting waters white and green
roous breakfast Alan found nothing worse than anything he had antlol-
bsttsr to do till time for luiicheoa i jotted or aver draamoU oL
They Found a Footing
the canoe stared along the sights
then lowered her weapon and turn-
ing spoke indistinguishably to the
guide who instantly began to ply a
brisk paddle
The canoe sped on vanished swiftly
round a bend
After a long time Alan voiced his
unmitigated amazement:
"Why — in the name of heaven:
Why—?”
The girl said dully: "Don't you
know?” And when he shook his head
"Her guide told mine you had saved
her life on the dam at Spirit Lake
Now do you see?”
His countenance was blank with
wonder: “Gratitude?”
Rose smiled wearily: ‘‘Not grati
tude alone but something w-iore ter-
rible ” She rota and held
out her hand “Not that I can blame
her But rnrne If we strik
through here we will 1 think pick up
a trail that will bring us to Black
Beaver settlement by dark”
wq ny— miry- - -e
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