Demareaiic, Watdan
Belletonte, Pa., March 24, 1916.
The Governor’s Lady.
[Continued from nage 6, Col. 3.]
opposition papers are bound to take
it up at any moment. Now, what do
you advise?”
“The truth,” thundered Slade. “My
wife is preparing to desert me. It
will happen”—Hayes jumped up and
flung himself out of the room—*“to-
morrow—the next day—any hour.”
“lI see,” and the senator looked
grave. “Is this irrevocable, Slade?”
“Irrevocable,” declared Slade, posi-
tively. “As I have told you several
times, senator, it is irrevocable. I'll
stand by that.”
Convinced that Slade knew his own
mind in this matter as well as he had
the reputation for knowing it in all
other matters, Strickland returned to
the waiting politicians,
Slade had been alone but a few
minutes when Katherine returned.
“Well, Mr. Slade,” the girl ex.
claimed, “things seem to be coming
our way.”
Slade was in no mood for mere con-
versation. He was annoyed at Hayes’
attitude, and incensed because his
private affairs were being publicly
discussed in the next room. Mentally
he consigned Hayes to the devil, his
wife to the far East of the country,
and registered a vow with himself that
he would have that divorce and the
woman he wanted in spite of every-
body and everything.
He resolved to sound Katherine out
then and there. He turned over in
his mind the most cold-blooded prop-
osition that a man ever made to a
woman. He was planning to ask her
to marry him, when he should be
free, to decorate his home, preside at
his table, share his wealth and the
honors of the chief executive of the
state. There would be no warmth
in his tone, no love in his heart, no
hunger of his lips for hers, no yearn-
ing of his arms for her yielding figure,
there would be none of the fire of
youth, nothing of the love of little
children, nothing of the spirit that
makes of marriage a sacrament rather
than a thing of convenience,
As Katherine walked across the
room, moving toward him with the
quiet grace and dignity of the well
trained, well-gowned woman, he had
a fleeting memory of the slight, badly
dressed little woman, whose diffidence
in strange surroundings had always
fretted him. She a governor's wife?
Impossible! He rose and stood be-
side the woman whom he proposed to
use as another living stepping stcne.
“Miss Strickland.” his mind fully
made up, “you've done a lot for me
‘in the last few weeks while you’ve
been making that bust. I think I un-
derstand you in a way. The more I
eee nf you the more I think I—I'd
like to make a—well, a bargain with
you. That doesn’t seem to be quite
the word,” he hesitated as the girl
averted her eyes. “Yet I think that’s
what we call it.”
“A bargain?’ echoed Katherine.
“Yes, a bargain,” he repeated. “I
never knew but one woman well—that
was Mrs. Slade. She’s a good woman
—a mighty good woman, but we can’t
—I never had a home—not a home
like Strickland’s, When I have another
house—that’ll be what I'll want, I'll
want my friends, my acquaintances,
to come there,
I want—well—head-
“You Are Going to Rob a Poor Little
Woman!”
quarters. And I want a woman at
the head of my house that I can be
proud of—like Strickland.”
Katherine was not surprised. She
had anticipated some such move as
this on his part, but now that she
was face to face with the unvarnished
suggestion, she found herself more
shocked than she would have be-
lieved.
“In a couple of months I'll stand
free,” he went on. “Perhaps sooner.
I don’t expect any woman’s going to
love me—she isn’t. Got to do that
when you're young. But I'd do all I
could for the woman. She'd have ev-
erything—money and—the power that
goes with it. I want to say right
here that I wouldn’t speak if I thought
young Hayes had a chance. I saw
he didn’t.”
At the mention of Hayes’ name
Katherine had an instant’s vision of
| Bob's tender face—his eyes burning
! with love looking into hers—of his
| youth—his strength—his fine honor,
{ and her heart cried out desperately,
| pitifully, for the shelter of his arms.
In another moment the old recur-
i rent vision of life in the old town,
! dull, cheap, uninteresting, and the
lure of what Slade was offering, the
money, the clothes, the servants, the
power to reign supreme, swept her
off her feet. The thought of divorce
did not terrify her. Mrs. Slade, whom
she had never seen, was only a name.
As Slade watched her standing
straight and white, he feared he had
been too brutally blunt.
“You needn’t think it over now,”
he hastened to add. “Perhaps you
will later, and perhape you won’t.
That’s for you to decide. I guess I've
said all I can say.”
shrink from a situation because of
its unpleasant features. She knew
that she couldn’t have all the things
she wanted without some suffering,
some pain. Her father’s world had
taught her that love was a thing of
small consideration where marriage
was concerned, unless it went with
the advancement of one’s ambitions.
Love was not of the world. Place,
power, wealth—these were of the
world and this man offered them to
her.
“This isn’t a matter of sentiment,”
she agreed with him calmly. “I'll be
perfectly frank with you. I don’t say
[I won’t think it over. I know just
what you want of a woman. When
you can go to my father free there
won't be any barrier in the way.”
She offered her hand as if to bind
the bargain. He held it for a brief
instant and with a hurried “thank
you” left the room.
CHAPTER VII.
breath. Her face was set and her eyes
were harder than it is good for a
woman’s eyes to be. She pictured tot
herself the future for which she had
just bargained. There
ease,
her art was. for love of it and not for
money—she would be free to follow
and that was but a step te further
honors that she would achieve at
Slade’s side—with Slade—always with
Slade—ah!
As she stood thus the horror of what
she had agreed to do swept over her,
and she sank moaning and shivering
Into a chair, covering her face as if
self as Slade’s wife.
hear Bob enter, and did not know he
was in the room until he touched her
shoulder with tender alarm, exclaim-
ing, “Why, Katherine, who's the
matter?”
bered Katherine,
Katherine, looking so pathetic and’
helpless. She dropped her hands from
her face and he was surprised to see
the misery in her eyes and the drawn
lines about her mouth.
“I’m cold—I'm cold!
awful chill,” she tried to say, her
teeth chattering with the sudden cold
strong,
touch me, Bob?’ she choked. “I've
done it. I've done it. I always knew
I'd do something terrible—I've done
it.” Her voice was hollow and her
eyes were blank and expressionless.
“Katherine, tell me what's the mat-
ter? Can’t you tell me?’ There was
a world of love and tender solicitude
in Bob’s voice. His manner seemed
to rouse her, and she began to pace:
the floor excitedly.
“My mind’s made up. It’s all over:
between us now. I'm going to marry
Slade,” the words were uttered
quickly, breathlessly.
“You’re going to marry Slade,” Bob
could scarcely believe his ears. “You
must be crazy!”
“No.” Her voice was firmer now.
“But I'm twenty-seven years old,
twenty-seven years old.” She bit the
words off with a vengeance. “Soon
I'll be thirty—thirty—do you hear?
And you're the only man I've ever
cared a rap for. I've tried to marry
other men, rich men, men with impor-
tant positions. Once I nearly did it
in Europe. Then I thought of you,
and I waited, I waited. And it's too
late now. I can’t wait any longer.
I've worried and wondered ever since
1 got home what I could do. What I
could do! Slade’s the answer, Bob,
Slade’s the answer.” :
“My God, Katherine!” Hayes was
pected outburst. “Slade’s married.”
“I don’t care,” she retorted, de-
fiantly, gaining courage as she talked.
“A woman more or less is nothing
to that man. He'll move a mountain.
He’ll soon sweep her out of his path.”
[Continued next week.]
Ocean Eats Away the Land.
beach last summer would be surprised
place in a few years to find it quite
with the shore as it is, and he keeps
pounding at it all the year round, but
hardest in the winter. Down near
Baltimore the ocean sometimes comes
30 feet farther up in a year. At Rock-
away Beach, Long Island, the coast
line has moved back a mile in 20
years. At a certain place on the At-
lantic City beach the ocean took 76
acre away from one owner and put 56
acres on another man’s shore land, all
in ten years. Orchards and even for-
ests -disappear before the onward
marching sand.—From John Martin's
Book.
But Katherine was not a woman to |
that seemed to freeze her lips. “Don’t !
completely bewildered at this unex- |
Little children who played on the i
Left alone, Katherine drew a long, :
would be: !
wealth—no more pinching struggle |
with masked poverty, her father at |
his political debts all paid.
There would be no more pretense that |
her desires in this as in all else. |
There would be honor and power as |
wife of the state’s chief executive— |
to shut out the hideous vision of her- |
She did not |
He did not think he ever remem- |
firm-willed |
I've had an |
if they should go back to the same
CATCHES MONEY BY PHONE
When Bill Blows Out of Window Hotel
Guest’s Quick Wit and Action
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ging its way down. It was passing the
fifth floor, directly over the marquee.
It swerved out, however, and fell into
his waiting hands.
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