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CHAPTER I—Old Hilary Kingston,
starting with Socialism, drifts Into an
archy, and gathers round him In the hall
above the village of Wofflngham a band
of accomplished desperadoes who rob
the rich, Incite seditions and arm the re
bellious. His motherless daughter, Elinor,
is raised to fine living and wrong think
ing, to no law and no Christ.
CHAPTER II—In an attack on the Ag
rarian bank messenger, old Hilary is
killed but Is not suspected of complicity
Boroday brings the body home to the
hall.
CHAPTER III—Ward, assistant rector
of 8t. Jude's, makes a call of condolence
on Elinor, who consents to have her fath
er burled from St. Jude's in the odor of
sanctity. The chief of police recognizes
Boroday and is suspicious.
CHAPTER IV—After the funeral the
band meet at the hall and agree to go on
as before, Elinor acting In her father’s
stead. Huff asks Elinor to marry him
and she consents, though she does‘not
love him. Boroday Is arrested and threat
ened.
CHAPTER V—Boroday In Jail, Talbot
plans a raid on the Country club. The
friendship between Ward and Elinor
ripens to something deeper. She envies
him his faith.
CHAPTER VI—Huff burns St. Jude’s
parish house. Elinor offers to help re
build It and la angry with Huff.
CHAPTER VII—HufT plans to rob
Ward of the money collected to rebuild
the parish house. Elinor objeets and HufT
Is Jealous.
CHAPTER VIII—Mrs. Bryant, who has
lost a valuable pear-shaped pearl In the
Country club robbery, tries to poison
Ward's mind against Elinor; $78,000 Is
subscribed toward the rebuilding of the
parish house. Elinor drops the Bryant
pearl into the almsbox near the church
door.
CHAPTER IX-Talhnf tells Elinor thnt
the chief of police demands of Boroday
the Bryant pearl as the price of his free
dom. By anonymous letter they advise
the chief where to find It. Elinor tries
to dissuade Huff from robbing Ward of
the church money, but only makes Huff
more Jealous.
I CHAPTER X—Elinor calls Ward to
mer and In despair tells him that she Is
(head of a hand of thieves and warns him
k)f the plot to rob him. As Ward Is on
mis way home from the hall Huff shoots
'him down.
When he was quite settled, the nurse
went out Into the linll where Elinor
whs sitting on a straight chair. She
had sat there almost all of the time
since Ward was carried up the night
before.
“He Is sound asleep," she said smil
ingly. “He thinks I am someone
named ‘Elinor,’ pnd he calls me that.
Ah my own name Is Sarah, It's rather
pleasant.”
Ward had heen shot on Sunday
night. By the following Wednesday
he was out of danger.
On that same Wednesday the rector
of Saint Jude’s brought himself and
Ills rheumatism hack to his parish.
For three days Elinor had hardly
slept or eaten. N<ber once had she
been In Ward’s room, but always, day
und night, she was Just outside. When
on that Wednesday evening the doctor
said Ward would live, she went down
once more Into her garden.
Many times during those three days
had Elinor tried to pray to Ward's
(lod and found herself voiceless and
Inarticulate. Ilut now, out of the
depth of her great relU'f. came welling
the first prayer of her life. She stood
waist-deep among her phlox and lark
spur.
“I thank tliee," she said. “I thank
thee.” . . .
Nothing had been heard of Huff,
The assault on the assistant rector of
Saint Jude’s had been of a line with
the other mysterious happenings
around the village. The little town
was hag-ridden with fear. Extra con
stables had been sworn In, and from
the hall, during her long night vigils,
Elinor had seen many lighted win
dows, where there had been but the
one.
The problem of her future began to
obsess her. It was plainly impossible
to stay on here—not that she feared
exposure; she was quite past fear—
but the thought of going on with her
life was Intolerable. To meet Ward,
to see ugnin the scorn and loathing ill
his eyes, more than ull, to continue to
deserve them—those were the things
that to Elinor seemed worse than
death Itself.
All the philosophy that old Hilary
had taught her failed her now. The
revolt of the Individual against laws
made for the masses—whut had It
brought her but isolation and grief?
Of what use was revolt? AH Wdst grt
through tbo wills of tho gods- She
knew that now. Thero wore no ex
ceptions. And something else she had
learned: that if one is to live through
great crises one must have n higher
power to turn to for help. She had
felt It vaguely at the time of her fa
ther’s death. Sitting outside Ward’s
door she had known it. Every breath
had been a prayer to something, she
knew not what, to save him*
"I thank tbee,” she said again,
' The phlox and larkspur quivered
about her as If under the touch of a
gentle Hand.
Boroday had been free for three
days, but beyond a telephone message
announcing his release she had heard
nothing of him. Over the wire he had
advised extreme caution. She Judged
from that that things were not golug
Well.
She knew that Huff’s reckless crime
Would demand a scapegoat. Thera
wore hound lv> ho arrests. All tills
Hlinor knew quite well. It was Ih such
an atmosphere that she had drawn her
earliest breaths—the play of cunning
against cunning, wit against wit.
She did not send for Boroday. She
dared not. Hut because the Intimacy
between her and the middle-aged Rus
sian had always been very close, he
seemed to feel her need. And so, on
that Wednesday night, an hour or so
after midnight, he came.
Old Ilenriette came down and
tapped softly ul Elinor's door.
“Boroday," she whispered. “Tie has
rung from the arbor.”
Tlint was one of old Hilary's de
vices: a hidden wire from the arbor
to the house. It prevented collisions.
Unless otherwise summoned, no mem
ber of his band ever came directly to
the house.
Elinor went out and found him
there. He bent over her hand and
kissed It, as was his custom, and then,
realizing that she was crying, he held
out his arms and she went into them.
Very tender was the Russian with her
that night, very fatherly. He put her
Into one of the arbor seats and sat
down beside her.
“Now tell me,” he commanded,
“everything from the start. It was
Walter, I know. But why?”
When she did not spenk, the Rus
sian nodded.
"Jealousy, of course, but what mad
ness !”
There in the arbor, with her band
between two of his, Elinor sobbed out
the story of the pearl and hor attempt
to return it, Huffs threat against
Ward, Ward’s evening visit, and the
scene between them; and last of all.
the shot that had nenrly ended every
thing in tills world for Ward and for
hor. Boroday listened quietly; better
than old Hilary ever could, lie under
stood. He had been reared on an an
cient failh.
Hi* Is recovering?
“Yes."
"And lie cnros for you, of course?’’
“No. I think, perhaps, before he
knew—"
"Bnh!” said the Uussian. nml rose.
“What sort of love Is that which
changes? I have seen the man. If he
cared at all, he still cares."
lie stepped to the door of the arbor
and drew a long breath. Over on the
next hill, sleeping through all this tur
moil, lay old Hilary. Under these same
stars Huff fled the law. Ward tossed
on his bed. Elinor sat despairing and
ashamed. What did It all mean? What
was the answer?
Perhaps, had he known it, old Hen
rietta could have fold him—Henrietta,
who had begun to measure her days
front the end and not front the begin
ning, and who now sat on the edge of
her bed mumbling. Hat ween Iter fin
gers site ran the heads of an old
rosary which she had found beneath
a carpet.
“1 had thought." said Elinor wistful
ly, "that if I could get away somewhere
and start all over again, perhaps some
day 1 might lie good—like other wom
en. I can never go hack to tilings as
they were before."
“No," said the Russian, "I can see
that. But make no mistnke. You are
good ns few nre good,”
"I could sell the house and—and I
do not want the jewels. If only you
and the others would divide them.”
But Boroday would not hear of this.
To a certain extent he was reconciled
to her going away. Things were clos
ing in on the hand. Before long they
would probably all have to separate, It
were better tliut Elinor he In safety.
So for ii long time they discussed
ways and means, available money, the
question of a home for old Ilenriotte.
“In some Ways,” Elinor said, “I feel
as though I am deserting him.” She
glanced toward the graveyard where
old Hilary slept. “Hut all I can think
of now is to get away, to forget every
thing,"
“When will they be able to move Mr.
Ward?"
“In a week, I should think.”
“Then, In a week,” said Boroday,
“where do you think of going, Elinor?"
“I had hardly got so fur. Anywhere
hut here."
“We shall have to plan for yeny"
He picked up his soft hat and EH*
nor rosp.
“Good night, EUnor,"
“Good night. I am always happier
for having seen you,"
He watched her hack to the house,
then went down the steps Into the
road.
There had been a dinner at the
country club that night. The chief had
attended It, unknown to hostess and
guests, to the Patent of sitting In the
grillroom during the evening and care
fully watching the men who eumo and
went. He had dined quite atone In the
grill, Frum where he sat he could see
the dinner-party guests on the veranda.
There were noticeably few jewels to he
seen. Over his chop and lager beer
the chief smiled grimly,
After that he shook dice for a short
time With a young Englishman named
Talbot, an Interesting fellow. From
him the chief got the club view of the
i Jewel robbery.
1 “11,’s been coming to us for g ^mg.
time,” said Talbot, shaking the dice]
"Lotus ago I udvised some of the wom
en who had famous pearls, to have
copies made and keep the originals in
their hunks, but they disliked the idea
of wearing imitations.”
“I see.”
‘‘Then a woman isn’t satisfied to
have a string of pearls; she must have
it announced in all the papers. Of
course crook? nil over the country rend
them, and naturally their fingers
»teh.”
"I understand,” said the chief, “that
the Bryant pearl has been recovered.”
“Yes, and good work on the part of
the force,” was Talbot’s comment. If
the chief smiled under his heavy mus
tache, if there was the faintest pos
sible twinkle in Talbot’s eyes, who was
there to see?
Talbot took the chief down to the
station in ids gray machine. They had
chatted very pleasantly. But just op
posite tlie steps from Elinor's garden
they blew out a tire. Tile ear swerved,
suddenly throwing the light from the
lamps along the Imnk. Standing in the
shadows, and tints unexpectedly re
vealed, was Boroday.
Talbot brought the car to a stop and
Jumped out. The Russian had gone
on down the hill.
“Awfully sorry,” said Talbot. “Looks
as If you’d have to walk down. Per
haps you will find another car to pick
you up."
“I shall rather enjoy the walk,” said
■»--rt
tho chief, eyes ahead in the darkness.
“Whose place is this?”
Talbot glanced up nnd around.
“I'm afraid I don’t know anything
about, the village.” He opened the tool
box.
Tho chief took two or three steps
along tho road and turned. “About
here, wasn’t it, that the Episcopal
clergyman was shot?’’
“I cannot tell you that either. It was
somewhere along this road.”
“Good night,” sung the chief cheerily,
and started down the hill.
Boroday had come out of the Hilary
Kingston place. He knew that. Right
here, almost where he stopped, was
where Ward had been found. Then,
in spite of old Hilary’s death, the band
was still using bis house! Things were
closing up. Boroday tram|M‘il on down
the road. About one hundred yards
behind the chief followed.
Talbot, hammering at a recalcitrant
tire, filled the air with the short, angry
raps of his hummer-on the rim. . . .
The Russian had/an almost uncanny
sense of pursuit. More than once in
his life it had saved him. and now he
knew he was being followed. He made
no attempt whatever to throw his puH
suer off the track, but went directly to
the station. There he got an evening
paper at the closing news stnnd and
glanced over it. standing hinder nr* arc
light. For all his engrossment he saw
quite distinctly the figurq of the chief
as he crossed the track and took up
his station behind a plllur. of the truju
silt'd. Borodfc.v was thinking hard. It
had been that unlucky swerving of a
machine on the hill that had betrayed
him. lie knew that now. And he had
just come out of the Kingston place.
It was bad, very bad.
P.nroda.v rode all the way Into the
city with the chief a dozen seats be
hind him. The chief did not follow
4dm home. He knew where he lived,
and he could lay his hand on him when
.lie wanted him. He was going to want
him now pretty soon. The Russian
knew that, too.
When he had entered his apartment
and turned on the light, he found HufT
standing by a window. The boy
ducked back ns the light went tip.
For a moment the two eyed onp an
other. Huff was unshaven, snnken
eyed, dirty. The contrast between this
wild-eyed boy and the tall Russian was
strong.
“Well?” said Huff defiantly.
"Sit down.” Boroday’s tone was
kind. He went to a closet and got out
a bottle of vodka.
“When did you have anything to
eat?"
( “I am not hungry.”
Nevertheless Boroday forced on 1dm
a little bread and meat.
“I didn’t know you were out until
tonight,” Huff said at last, pushing his
plate away.
“Where have you been?”
“Prinking my head off In a dive on
Fortieth street,” said Huff savagely.
“I’m all right now," __
“What got into you, Walter? For
you to turn on us like that—to expose
everyone of us, as you have^-”
“She was in love with him. I wish
I’d killed him." . _
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