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"
STUNNED
AND
DROWNED
HIS
WORKING-GIRL
SWEETHEART
.
"
"
NO
RELATIVE
HAS
COME
FORWARD
.
"
It
was
thus
that
her
eye
and
her
mind
automatically
selected
the
most
essential
lines
.
And
then
as
swiftly
going
over
them
again
.
"
CLYDE
GRIFFITHS
,
NEPHEW
OF
THE
WEALTHY
COLLAR
MANUFACTURER
OF
LYCURGUS
,
NEW
YORK
.
"
Clyde
--
her
son
!
And
only
recently
--
but
no
,
over
a
month
ago
--
(
and
they
had
been
worrying
a
little
as
to
that
,
she
and
Asa
,
because
he
had
not
--
)
July
8th
!
And
it
was
now
August
11th
!
Then
--
yes
!
But
not
her
son
!
Impossible
!
Clyde
the
murderer
of
a
girl
who
was
his
sweetheart
!
But
he
was
not
like
that
!
He
had
written
to
her
how
he
was
getting
along
--
the
head
of
a
large
department
,
with
a
future
.
But
of
no
girl
.
But
now
!
And
yet
that
other
little
girl
there
in
Kansas
City
.
Merciful
God
!
And
the
Griffiths
,
of
Lycurgus
,
her
husband
's
brother
,
knowing
of
this
and
not
writing
!
Ashamed
,
disgusted
,
no
doubt
.
Indifferent
.
But
no
,
he
had
hired
two
lawyers
.
Yet
the
horror
!
Asa
!
Her
other
children
!
What
the
papers
would
say
!
This
mission
!
They
would
have
to
give
it
up
and
go
somewhere
else
again
.
Yet
was
he
guilty
or
not
guilty
?
She
must
know
that
before
judging
or
thinking
.
This
paper
said
he
had
pleaded
not
guilty
.
Oh
,
that
wretched
,
worldly
,
showy
hotel
in
Kansas
City
!
Those
other
bad
boys
!
Those
two
years
in
which
he
wandered
here
and
there
,
not
writing
,
passing
as
Harry
Tenet
.
Doing
what
?
Learning
what
?
She
paused
,
full
of
that
intense
misery
and
terror
which
no
faith
in
the
revealed
and
comforting
verities
of
God
and
mercy
and
salvation
which
she
was
always
proclaiming
,
could
for
the
moment
fend
against
.
Her
boy
!
Her
Clyde
!
In
jail
,
accused
of
murder
!
She
must
wire
!
She
must
write
!
She
must
go
,
maybe
.
But
how
to
get
the
money
!
What
to
do
when
she
got
there
.
How
to
get
the
courage
--
the
faith
--
to
endure
it
.
Yet
again
,
neither
Asa
nor
Frank
nor
Julia
must
know
.
Asa
,
with
his
protesting
and
yet
somehow
careworn
faith
,
his
weak
eyes
and
weakening
body
.
And
must
Frank
and
Julia
,
now
just
starting
out
in
life
,
be
saddled
with
this
?
Marked
thus
?
Merciful
God
!
Would
her
troubles
never
end
?
She
turned
,
her
big
,
work-worn
hands
trembling
slightly
,
shaking
the
paper
she
held
,
while
Esta
,
who
sympathized
greatly
with
her
mother
these
days
because
of
all
she
had
been
compelled
to
endure
,
stood
by
.
She
looked
so
tired
at
times
,
and
now
to
be
racked
by
this
!
Yet
,
as
she
knew
,
her
mother
was
the
strongest
in
the
family
--
so
erect
,
so
square-shouldered
,
defiant
--
a
veritable
soul
pilot
in
her
cross-grained
,
uniformed
way
.
"
Mamma
,
I
just
ca
n't
believe
it
can
be
Clyde
,
"
was
all
Esta
could
say
now
.
"
It
just
ca
n't
be
,
can
it
?
"
