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In the- Nw York lioni of Jitmea Brootl,
kia mm, Kreilerlc, ti'll.i l.yilia Lirvnuiml,
fliincee, of a nit?iHuKrt uniiotnirinK hi
fullu-r marrluifu. llruml ati-1 Ills brlilu
rrlva. H!i wlna Fr?tl'rl-' liking at tlrgt
mmtlnic. Hruuil shown (Unlike itu.l v.-llt-il
buntlltty to lain son I.ydln und Mra. llnwl
mat iu the JiKln rooni. where l.y.ii work
lirutHl'ii Mf rotnry. Mrs. lirotnl mukra
change tn the liousirhuM niitl p:ilns her
liuHbifciiO'H i-ons.'nt tn fl'-ml Mra. IViiioml
od I.ydln aw.iy Slie fiis.'limt'H l-'tvdi'rlu.
She tw-iclna to f far It;uijal, lti-iiml t i ln
lu aurvunt. tn iila uni-anny appt'aruiicf!
and illHuitpeuruiH-ofl, umi l-'nd'ru le
rnenibcrlnK hl father's Kant lndhui tu-H-a
and rlrni bt-llrf In numlf, fi-ura un
known vll. Urood tulla tin? Mli.ry uf H.in
Jub'a llf.i to Ills ku'HIh. "He killed a wom
an." who wim unfaithful to litm. Yvonne
plays with Urood. l-'ri-deri'' und Lydiu as
ith figures on a tlu-s board. Urood.
mudly jt-aloiia, tells l.ydla that Krcd.-rk-a
not lila son, and that he has brought
him up to kill Ills happlnnas at the proper
time with this knowk-dxr. Lydia kocs to
bc Unxid not to t-ll l- rt-dcilo of his tm
h.ippy pan-ntaKe. but Is turned from her
purpose. Krwlerli'. at dinner with lawes
and Klitirs, la selsid Willi an Impulse of
filial duly, and under a queer Impression
that he la iiifliidicril by Itunjuli's will,
hunts up his father, who kInmh him the
eut dlrwt. Urood tells Kn-d.rlc the story
a Ms dead wife and the music master.
CHAPTER XVI Continued.
"It was made In Vienna," Interrupted
Frederick, not without a strange thrill
of satisfaction Iri bis soul, "and before
you were married, I'd say. On the
back of It la written: 'To my own
sweetheart' In Hungarian, Yvonne
ays. There! Look at her. She was
like that when you married her. God,
how adorable she must have been. 'To
my own sweetheart!" Ho ho!"
A hoarse cry of rage and pain bust
from Hrood's Hps. The world went red
before his eyes.
" 'To my own sweetheart !'" he cried
ut He sprang forward and struck
the photograph from Frederic's hand.
It fell to the floor at his feet. Defore
the young man could recover from his
surprise, Hrvod's foot was upon the
bit of cardboard. "Don't raise your
band to me! Don't you dare to strike
me! Now I shall tell you who that
sweetheart was!"
Half an hour later James Brood de
scended the stairs alone. He went
straight to the library where he kne
that he could find Yvoune. Itanjab,
standing la the ball, peered into his
white, drawn face as he passed, and
started forward as if to speak to him.
Hut Brood did not see him. He did
Bot lift hU gaze from the floor. The
Hindu went swiftly up the stairs, a
deep dread In his soul.
The shades were down. Trood
topped Inside the door and looked
dully about the library. He was on
the point of retiring when Yvonne
spoke to him out of the shadowy cor.
aer beyond the fireplace.
"Close the door," she said huskily.
Then she emerged slowly, almost like
specter, from the dark background
formed by the huge mahogany book
eases that lined the walls, from floor
to celling. "You were a long time
sp there," she went on.
"Why is it so dark In here, Yvonne?"
be asked lifelessly.
"So that It would not be possible for
me to see the shame in your eyes,
James."
He leaned heavily against the long
table. She came up and stood across
the table from him, and he felt that
her eyes were searching his very soul.
"I have hurt hlra beyond all chance
for recovery," be said hoarsely.
"Oh, you coward!" she cried, lean
ing over the table, her eyes blazing
"I can understand It In you. You have
no soul of your own. What have you
done to your son, James Brood?"
He drew bark as If from the Impact
of a blow. "Coward? If I have crushed
his soul, it was done In time, Yvonne,
to deprive you of the glory of doing It."
"What did he say to you about me?"
"You have had your fears for noth
ing. He did not put you In Jeopardy," I
be said scornfully.
"I know. He Is not a coward," she
said calmly.
"In your heart you are reviling me.
You Judge me as one guilty soul
judges another. Suppose that I were
to confess to you that I left him up
there with all the hope, all the life
blasted out of his eyes with a wound
hi his heart that will never stop bleed
ing that I left him because I was
sorry for what I had done and could
not stand by and look upon the wreck
1 had created. Suppose "
"I am atlll thinking of you as a cow
ard. What is it to me that you are
sorry now? What have you done to
that wretched, unhappy boy?"
"He will tell you soon enough. Then
you will despise me even more than I
despise myself. God! He he
looked at me with hia mother's eyes
-when I kept on striking blows at bis
rery soul. Her eyes eyes that were
always pleading with me! Dut, curse
thera always scoffing at me! For a
moment I faltered. There was a wave
of love yes, love, not pity, for him
as I saw him go down before the
words I hurled at him. It was as If I
bad hurt the only thing in all the
world that I love. Then It passed. He
was not meant for me to love. He was
born for me to despise. He was born
to torture me as I have tortured him."
"You poor fool!" she tried, he,: eyes
(littering.
"Sometimes 1 have doubted my own
reason," be went on as if he had not
C0MERCIAL IDEA IN FICTION
America Possibly Too Much Under
the Influence of the "Best
Seller" Tyranny.
The dogma persistently put forward
tn America under innumerable guises
that the thinker and the literary art
ist must cater to the tastes. Ideas and
sentiments, moral and emotional, of
tbe great majority, under pain of be
ing Ignored or ostracized, was noted
by De Tocquevllle three generations
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heard her scathing remaik. "Some
times I have felt a queer gripping of
the heart when I was harshest toward
him. Sometimes his eyes her eyes
have molted the steel that was driven
Into my heart long ago, his voice and
the touch of his hand gently have
checked my bitterest thoughts. Are
you listening?"
"Yes."
"You ask what I have done to him
It is nothing in comparison to what
he would have done to me. It isn't
neceBHary to explain. You know the
thing he has had In his heart to do.
have known it from the beginning. It
Is the treacherous heart of his mother
that propels that boy's blood along its
craven way. She was an evil thing
as evil as God ever put life Into."
"Go on."
"I loved her as no woman ever was
loved before or since. I thought she
loved me God, I believe she did. He
Frederic hud her portrait up there to
flash in my face. She was beautiful
she was as lovely as But no more!
I was not the man. She loved another.
Her lover was that boy's father."
1'oud silence reigned tn the room
save for the heavy breathing of the
man. Yvonne was us still as death
Itself. Her hands were clenched
against her breast.
"That was years aso," resumed the
man, hoarsely.
"You you told him this?" Bhe cried
aghast.
"He said she must have loathed me
as no man was ever loathed before.
Then I told him."
"You told Him because you knew she
did not loathe you! And you loved
M'atilde God pity your poor soul! For
no more than I have done you drove
her out of your house. You accuse me
in your heart when you vent your rage
on that poor boy. Oh, 1 know! You
suspect me! And you suspected the
other one. Before God, I swear to
you that you have more cause to sus
pect me than Matllde. She was not
untrue to you. She could not have
loved anyone else but you. I know
God help me, I know! Don't come
near me! Not now! I tell you that
Frederic Is your son. I tell you that
Matilde loved no one but you. You
drove her out. You drove Frederic
out. And you will drive me out."
She stood over hlra like an accusing
angel, her arms extended. He shrank
back, glaring.
"Why do you say these things to
me? You cannot know you have no
right to say "
"I am sorry for you, James Brood,"
she murmured, suddenly relaxing. Her
body swayed against the table, and
then Bhe sank limply Into the chair
He Sprang Forward and Struck the
Photograph From Frederic's Hand.
alongside. "You will never forget that
you struck a man who was asleep,
absolutely asleep. That's why I am
sorry for you."
"Asleep!" he murmured, putting his
hand to his eyes. "Yes, yes he was
asleepl Yvonne, I I have never been
so near to loving hlra as I am now.
I I"
"I am going up to him. Don't try
to stop me. Hut first let me ask you
a question. What did Frederic say
when you told him his mother was
was what you claim?"
Brood lowered bis head. "He said
that I was a cowardly liar."
"And It was then that you began
to feel Jhat you loved him. Ah, I see
You are a great, strong man a won
derful man in spite of all this. You
have a heart a heart that still needs
breaking before you can ever hope to
be happy."
He gasped. "As If my heart hasn't
already been broken," he groaned.
"Your head has been bur, that's all.
There Is a vast difference. Are you
going out?"
He looked at her In dull amazement.
Slowly he began to pull himself to
gether. "Yes. I think you should go to him.
I I gave him an hour to to "
"To get out?"
"Yes. He must go, you see. See
ago, but this dogma, bred In the
American bone seems to have bsvn ro
enforced by the latter-day tyranny of
the commercial Ideal. The commercial
man who says, "Read this book be
cause It Is the best seller," Is seeking
to hypnotize the individual's Judg
ment and taste. If there be a notice
able dearth of originality of feeling
and outlook In latter-day American
fiction, It must be because tho Indi
vidual Is subjected from the start to
the Insistent pressure of social Ideals
of conformity which paralyze or cru-h
him, It you will. I shall not oppose
you. Find out what he expects to
do."
She passed swiftly by him as he
started toward the door. In the ball,
which was bright with the sunlight
from the upper windows, she turned
to face him. To his astonishment, her
cheeks we.re aglow and her eyes bright
with eagerness. She seemed almost
radiant.
"Yes; It needs breaking, James," she
said, and went up the stairs, leaving
him standing there dumfounded. Near
the top she began to hum a blithe
tune. It came down to him distinctly
the weird little air that had haunted
bin) for years Feverelll's!
CHAPTER XVII,
Foul Weather.
To Brood's surprise, she came half
way down the steps again, and, lean
ing over the railing, spoke to him with
a voice full of Irony.
"Will you be good enough to call off
your spy, James?"
"What do you mean?" He had start
ed to put on his light overcoat.
"I think you know," she said, briefly.
"Do you consider me so mean, so
Infamous ns " he began hoily.
"Nevertheless, I feel happier when
I know he Is out of the house. Call
off your dog, James."
He smothered an execration and
then called out harshly to Jones. "Ask
Ranjab to attend me here, Jones. He
Is to go out with me," he said to the
butler a moment later. Yvonne was
Btlll leaning over the banister, a
scornful smile on her Hps.
"I shall wait until you are gone. I
Intend to see Frederic alone," he said,
with marked emphasis on the final
word.
"As you like," said he, coldly.
She crossed the upper hall and (lis
appeared from view down the corridor
lending to her own room. Her lips
were set with decision; a wild, reck
less llht filled her eyes, and the smile
of scorn had given way to one of ex
altation. Her breath came fast and
tremulously through quivering nos-
trlls as she closed her door and hur
ried across to the little vine-covered
balcony.
"The time has come the time has
come, thank God," she was saying to
herself, over and over again.
She turned her attention to the win-
dow across the court and two floors
above her the heavily curtained win
oow in urooa s - retreat." There was
no Bign of life there, so she hurried to
the front of the house- to wait for the
departure of James Brood and his man
The two were going down the front
steps. At the bottom Brood spoke to
Ranjab and the latter, as imperturb
nble as a rock, bowed low and moved
off In an opposite direction to that
taken by his master. She watched
until both were out of sight. Then she
rapidly mounted the stairs to the top
floor.
Frederic was lying on the couch
near the Jade-room door. She was
able to distinguish his long, dark fig
ure after peering Intently about the
shadowy Interior in what seemed at
first to be a vain search for him. She
shrank back, her eyes fixed In horror
upon the prostrate shadow. Suddenly
he stirred and then half raised himself
on one elbow to stare at the figure
in the doorway.
Is It you?" he whispered, hoarsely,
and dropped back with a great sigh on
his lips.
Her heart leaped. The blood rushed
back to her face. Quickly closing the
door, she advanced Into the room, her
tread as swift and as soft as a cat's.
"He has gone out. We are quite
alone," she said, stopping to lean
against the table, suddenly faint with
excitement.
He laughed, a bitter,' mirthless,
snarling laugh.
Get up Frederic. Be a man! I
know what has happened. Get up!
I want to talk It over with you. We
must plan. We must decide now at
once before he returns." The words
broke from her lips with sharp, stac-
catolike emphasis.
He came to a sitting posture slowly.
all the while staring at her with a dull
wonder In his heavy eyes.
Pull yourself together" she cried.
hurriedly. "We cannot talk here. I
am afraid In this room. It has ears,
I know. That awful Hindu Is always
here, even though he may seem to be
elsewhere. We will go down to my
boudoir."
He slowly shook his head and then
allowed his chin to sink dejectedly Into
his hands. Ith his elbows on his
knees he watched her movements In a
state of Increasing Interest and bewil
derment. She turned abruptly to the
Buddha, whose placid, smirking coun
tenance seemed to be alive to the situ
ation In all of Its aspects. Standing
close, her hands behind her back, her
figure very erect and theatric, she pro
ceeded to address the Image In a voice
full of mockery.
"Well, my chatterbox friend. I have
pierced his armor, haven't 1? He will
creep up here and ask you, his won
derful god, to tell him what to do
about It, al e? His wits are tangled.
He doubts his senses. And when he
conies to you, my friend, and whines
his secret doubts Into your excellent
and trustworthy ear, do me the kind
ness to keep the secret I shall now
whisper to you, for I trust you, too,
you amiable fraud." Standing on tip
toe, she put her Hps to the Idol's eor
and whispered. Frederic, across the
room, roused from his lethargy by the
strange words and still stranger ac
tion, rose to his feet and took several
steps toward her. "There! Now you
know everything. You know more
than James Brood knows, for you
know what his charming wife Is about
to do next." She drew back and
regarded the Image through half-.
nut the finer, rarer, more sensitive
individual talents. I do not say that
English writers are not vexed In a
minor degree by Mrs. Grundy's at
tempts to boycott or crush novels that
offend the taste of "the villa public,"
but I believe that our social atmos
phere favors the writer of true indi
viduality. Atlantic.
Poor Monday.
Monday, er-m-m-ur-r h! Wash day
suds and steam picked up dinner for
the men folk, and at night a "tlianlf-
closed, smoldering eyes. "But he will
know before long before long."
"What are you doing, Yvonne?" de
manded Frederic, unsteadily.
She whirled about and came toward
htm, her hands still clasped behind her
back.
"Come with me," sh said, Ignoring
his question.
"He he thinks I am In love with
you," said he, shaking his head.
"And are you not in love with me?"
He was startled. "Good Lord,
Yvonne!"
She came quite close to him. He
could feel the warmth that traveled
from her body across the short space
that separated them. The intoxlcat
Ing perfume filled his nostrils; he
drew a deep breath, bis eyes closing
slowly as his senses prepared to sue
cumb to the delicious spell that came
over him. When he opened them an
Instant later, she was still facing hlra,
She Watched
Until Both
of Sight.
Were Out
as straight and fearless as a soldier,
and the light of victory was In ber
dark, compelling eyes.
"Well," she said, deliberately, "I am
ready to go away with you."
He fell back stunned beyond the
power of speech. His brain was filled
with a thousand clattering noises.
"He has turned you out," she went
on rapidly. "He disowns you. Very
well; the time has come for me to
exact payment from him for that and
for all that has gone before. I shall
go away with you. I "
"Impossible!" he cried, finding bis
tongue and drawing still farther away
from her.
"Are you not In love with me?" she
whispered softly.
He put his hands to his eyes to shut
out the alluring vision.
"For God's sake, Y'vonne leave me
Let me go my way. Let me "
He cursed your mother! He curses
you! He damns you as he damned
her. You can pay him up for every
thing. You owe nothing to him. He
has killed every "
Frederic straightened up suddenly,
and with a loud cry of exultation
raised his clenched bands above his
bead.
"By heaven, I will break him! I
will make him pay! Do you know
what he has done to me? Listen to
this: he boasts of having reared me
to manhood, as one might bring up a
prize beast, that he might make me
pay for the wrong that my poor
mother did a quarter of a century
ago. All these years be has had In
mind this thing that he has done to
day. All my life has been spent In
preparation for the sacrifice that came
an hour ago. I have suffered all these
years In Ignorance of "
"Not so loud!" she whispered.
alarmed by the vehemence of his re
awakened fury.
"Oh, I'm not afraid!" he cried, sav
agely. "Can you Imagine anything
more diabolical than the scheme he
has had in mind all these years? To
pay out my mother whom he loved
and still loves yes, by heaven, he still
loves her! he works to this beastly
end. He made her suffer the agonies
of the damned up to the day of her
death by refusing her the right to
have the child that he swears Is no
child of his. Oh, you don't know the
story you don't know the kind of
man you have for a husband you
don't"
"Yes, yes, I do know," she cried, vio
lently, beating her breast with clinched
hands. "I do know! I know that he
still loves the poor girl who went out
of this house with his curses ringing
in ber ears a score of years ago, and
who died still hearing them. And I
bad almost come to the point of pity
ing him I was failing I was weaken
ing. He Is a wonderful man. I I
was losing myself. But that Is all
over. Three months ago I could have
left him without a pang yesterday I
was afraid that it would never be pos
sible. Today he makes It easy for me.
He has hurt you beyond all reason, not
because he hates you but because be
loved your mother."
"But you do love him," cried Fred
eric, In stark wonder. "You don't care
the snap of your finger for me. What
is all this you are saying, Yvonne?
You must be mad. Think! Think
what you are saying."
I have thought I am always think
ing. I know my own mind well enough.
It Is settled; I am going away and I
am going with you."
"I cannot listen to you, Yvonne."
cried Frederic, aghast His heart was
pounding so fiercely that the blood
surged to his head In great waves, al-
goodness-it's-over" feeling. That ought
to be about enough for Monday. Dut
the worst about anything is never told
until a scientific commission or a so
ciologist tells It. Monday, has never
been a really popular day.' It's much
worse than that, however. According
to the Ohio Industrial Commission,
which has been making a study of
Monday, It is the most unlucky day of
the week. More accidents happen on
that day than on any other, and fewer
people work than on any other day
except Sunday. And to be scientifical
filSif
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most stunning hlra with Its velocity
"We go tomorrow," she cried out,
In an ecstasy of triumph. Bhe was
convinced that he would gol "La
Provence!"
"Good God In heaven!" be gasped
dropping suddenly Into a chair and
burying his face In his shaking hand
"What will this mean to Lydia what
will she do what will become of her?'
A quiver of pain crossed the worn
an's face, her eyelids fell as if to shut
out something that shamed her In
spite of all her vainglorious protests
tlons. Then the spirit of exaltatiou re
sumed its sway.
"You cannot marry Lydla now," she
said, affecting a sharpness of tone that
caused blm to shrink Involuntarily. "It
Is your duty to write her a letter to
night, explaining all that has hap
pened, today. She woulu Orifice ber
solf for you today, but there Is to
morrow! A thousand tomorrows, Fred
eric. Don't forget them, my dear.
They would bo ugly after all, and she
Is too good, too fine to be dragged
Into 'i
"You are right!" ho exclaimed, leap-
Ing to his feet. "It would be the vilest
act that a man could perpetrate
Why why It would be proof of what
ho says of me It would stamp me
forever the bastard he No, no, I could
never lift my head again If I were to
do this utterly vile thing to Lydia. He
said to me here not an hour ago
that he expected me to go ahead and
blight that loyal girl's life, that I
would consider it a noble means of
self Justification! What do you think
of that? He But wait! What Is
this that we are proposing to do?
Give me time to think! Why why,
I can t take you away from blm
Yvonne! God In heaven, what am I
thinking of? Have I no sense of
honor? Am I "
You are not his son, she said
significantly.
"But that Is no reason why I should
stoop to a foul trick like this. Do
do you know what you are suggest
Ing?" He drew back from her with
look of disgust In his eyes. "No! I'm
not that vile! I"
'Frederic, you must let me "
'I don't want to hear anything
more, i vonne. hat manner of worn
an are you? lie Is your husband, ho
loves you, he trusts you oh, yes, he
does! And you would leave him like
this? You would"
"Hush! Not so loud!" she cried. In
great agitation.
"And let me tell you something
more. Although I can never marry
Lydla, by heaven, I shall love her to
the end of my lire. I will not betray
that love. To the end of time Bhe shall
know that my love for her Is real and
true and"
Wait! Give me time to think," she
pleaded. He shook his head reso
lutely. "Do not Judge me too harshly.
Heor what I have to say before you
condemn me. I am not the vile crea
ture you think. Frederic. Walt! Let
me think!"
He stared at her for a moment In
deep perplexity, and then slowly drew
near. "1 do not believe you mean to
do wrong I do not believe It of you
You have been carried away by some
horrible"
"Listen to me," she broke In, fierce
ly. "I would have sacrificed you ay,
sacrificed you, poor boy for the Joy
It would give me to see James Brood
grovel in misery for the rest of his
life. Oh!" She uttered a groan of
despair and self-loathing so deep and
full of pain that his heart was chilled.
"Good Lord, Yvonne!" be gasped
dumfounded.
"Do not come near me," she cried
out, covering her face with her hands.
For a full minute she stood before him,
straight and rigid as a statue, a tragic
figure he was never to forget. Sud
denly she lowered her hands. To his
surprise, a smile was on her lips. "You
would never have gone away with me.
I know it now. All these months I
have been counting on you for this
very hour this culminating hour and
now I realize how little hope I have
really had, even from the beginning
You are honorable. There have been
times when my influence over you was
such that you resisted only because
you were loyal to yourself not to
Lydla, not to my husband but to
yourself. I came to tbls house with
but one purpose in mind. I came here
to take you away from the man who
has always stood as your father. I
would not have become your mistress
pah! how loathsome It sounds! But
I would have enticed you away, be
lieving myself to be Justified. I would
have struck James Brood that blow.
He would Have gone to his grave be
lieving himself to have been paid in
full by the son of the woman be had
degraded, by the boy he had reared
for the slaughter, by the blood"
"In God's name, Yvonne, what Is
this you are saying? What have you
against my against him?"
"What! 1 shall come to that. , I
did not stop to consider all that I
should have to overcome. First, there
was your soul, your honor, your In
tegrity to consider. I could see noth
ing else but triumph over James
Brood. To gain my end It was neces
sary that I should be his wife. I be
came his wife I deliberately took that
step in order to make complete my
triumph over him. I became the wife
of the man I hated with all my soul,
Frederic. So you can see how far I
was willing to go to ah, It was a hard
thing to do! Hut I did not shrink. I
went Into It without faltering, without
a single thought of the cost to myself.
He was to pay for all that, too, In the
end. Look Into my eyes, Frederic. I
want to ask you & question. Will you
go away with me? Will you take me?"
He returned her look steadily. "No!"
"That Is all I want to hear you say.
It means the end. I have done all
that could be done and I have failed.
Thank God, I have failed!" She came
ly accurate and specific, most of the
forenoon accidents happen at ten
o'clock and the afternoon accidents
group around three o'clock. Now you
know the worst about Monday, until
another investigation.
We publish these findings for what
they may be worth, without malice and
In fairness to poor old Friday. Delin
eator. Causes of 8pssms.
Although the muscles which affect
the action of the jaws are especially
swiftly to him and, before he was
aware of her Intention, clutched his
band and pressed it to her lips. He
was shocked to find that a sudden
gush of tears was wetting his hard
' Oh, Yvoune! he cried miserably.
She was sobbing convulsively. He
looked down upon ber dark, bowed
bead and again felt the mastering de
sire to crush her slender, beautiful
body In bis arms. The spell of her
was upon blm again, but now be real
ized that the appeal was to bis spirit
and not to his flesh as It bad been all
along, be was beginning to suspect
"Don't pity me," she choked out'
"This will pass, as everything else
has passed. I am proud of you now,
Frederic. You are splendid. Not many
men could have resisted In this hour
of despair. - You have been cast off,
despised, degraded, humiliated. You
were offered the means to retaliate
You"
"And I was tempted!" he cried bit
terly. "For the moment I was "'
"And now what Is to become of
me?" she walled.
Ills heart went cold. "You you
will leave him? You will go back to
Farls? Good Lord, Yvonno, It will be
a blow to him. He has had one fear
ful slash In the back. This will break
him."
"At least, I may have that consola
tion," she cried, straightening up In
an effort to revive her waning pur
pose. "Yes, I shall go. I cannot stay
here now. I " She paused and shud
dered
What, in heaven's name, have you
against my against hlra? What does
It all mean? How you must have hated
him to '
Hnted him? Oh, bow feeble the word
Is! Hate! There should be a worl
that strikes more terror to the soul
ttiHii that one. But wait! You shall
know everything. You shall have the
story from the beginning. There is
much to tell and there will be consola
tion oy, triumph for you In the story
I shall tell. First, let me say this to
you: hen I came here I did not know
that there waj a Lydia Desmond. I
would have hurt that poor girl, but It
would not have been a lasting pain.
In my plans, after I came to know her,
there grew a beautiful alternative
through which she should know great
happiness. Oh, I have planned well
and carefully, but I was ruthless. I
would have crushed her with him rath
er than to have failed. But it Is all a
dream that has passed and I am awake,
It was the most cruel but the most
magnificent dream ah, but I dare not
think of it. As I stand here before
you now, Frederic, I am shorn of all
my power. I could not strike him as 1
mllrht hnva rlnnn a mAnlli t irn Pi-oil
as I was cursing him but a moment
ago I realized that I could not bave
gone on with the game. Even as I
begged you to take your revenge, I
knew that It was not myself who
urged, but the thing that was having
Its death struggle within me."
uo on. Tell me. Why do you
stop?"
She was glancing fearfully toward
the Hindu's door. "There Is one man
in this house who knows. He reads
my every thought. He does not know
all, but he knows me. He has known
from the beginning that I was not to
be trusted. That man Is never out of
my thoughts. I fear him, Frederic I
fear him as I fear death. If he bad not
been here I I believe I should have
"Ah, It Was a Ha-d Thing to Do!"
dared anything. I could have taken
you away with me, months ago. But
be worked his spell and I was afraid.
faltered. He knew that I was afraid,
Tor he spoke to me ono day of the
beautiful serpents In his land that
were cowards In Bpite of the death
they could deal with one flash of their
fangs. You were Intoxicated. I am a
thing of beauty. I can charm ai
the"
'Ood knows that Is true," he said
hoarsely.
"But enough of that! I was stricken
with my own poison. Qo to the door!
See If he Is there. I fear "
"No one Is near," said he, after strid
Ing swiftly to both doors, listening al
one and peering out through the other
"You will have to go away, Frederic
shall have to go. But we shall no)
go together. In my room I have kepi
hidden the sum of ten thousand dol
lars, waiting for the day to come when
should use it to complete the gam
have played. I knew that you woulc
have no money of your own. I wa
nrniinrprt even fnr that Look nirriln'
See it anyone Is there? I feel I fee'
that someone Is near us. Look, I say.'
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
under the control of tbe brn(n, the
chattering of the teetn is really s
spasm caused by chill or fear, and all
spasms act independently of the will
The muscles which operate the Jaw
act in a series of involuntary little
contractions which pull the Jaw uf
and permit It to fall of its own weight
This action Is quick, and the chatter
Ing occurs from frequent repetition.
Cold has a similar effect on the Jaw
muscles to that which some poisons
have In causing spasmodic action Id
other parts of the body. I
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DADDY'S GROUCH FADED AWAY
Little Bobby's Question Gave Him )
Chanca to Recover His
Cood Humor.
Papa had a grouch, and an atnw
phere of deep gloom settled over Ihi
family dinner table. F.vcn little llobb;
felt that something was w rong, but h
had to talk or burst, and he preferreJ
to talk.
"Daddy," ho asked, "why did th7
throw tho tea overboard In Boato:
harbor?"
Daddy twirled the spoon In his cu?
while he thought up this mean thin;
to say: "If It was anything like thu
stuff they certainly had a mighty good
excuse for throwing It overboard."
Having gotten this remark off hii
cliest. the old man felt so good that
he actually smiled, and before he kne
It his grouch was gone.
He Had to Have the Money.
"I've simply got to have an increase
in saluryV'
"What for? Are you going to get
married?"
"Worse than (hat, boss. My need ii
grcutor. I've an automobile."
Great City's Seage.
Every 24 hotfrs thero Is poured Into
the Harlem river 90.000,001) gallons o!
New York city's sewage; Into the
North river 132,000,0u0 gallons and
Into the East river 254,000,000 gallon".
About the only thing some men ar?
qualified for is posing as Innocent br
standers.
SHE QUIT
But It Was a Hard Pulk
It Is hard to believe that coffee IU
put a person In such a condition as it
did an Ohio woman. She tells 1"'
own story:
"I did not believe coffee caused m?
trouble, and frequently said I liked it
bo well I would not, and could not
quit drinking It, but I was a miserable
sufferer from heart trouble and ncrt
ous prostration for four years.
T was scarcely able to be around.
had no energy and did not care l
anything. Was emaciated and had
constant pain nround my heart until!
thought I could not endure It.
"Frequently I had nervous chill'
and the least excitement would drive
sleep away, and any little noise would
upsot me terribly. I was graduall'
getting worse until finally I asked my
self what's the use of being sick "
tbe time and buying medicine so ttw
I could indulge myself In coffee?
"So I got some Postum to help !
quit. I made it strictly according W
directions and I want to tell you that
change was the greatest step In W
life. H was ensy to quit coffee be
cause I now like Postum better th
tho coffee.
"One by one the old troubles le"
until now I am In splendid hesltH
nerves steady, Jjeart all right and t!
Jain all gone. Never have any more
nervous chills, don't tnko nnv medi
cine, can do all my bouse' work and
bave done a great deal besides."
Name given by Poatum Co.. Battw
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Wellvllle," in pkgs.
PosLum comes In two forms:
Postum Cereal fhe nrlalnal forn)
must be well boiled. 15c and 25c Vict
ages.
nstant Postum a soluble powder-
dissolves quickly in a cup of hot
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a delicious beverage Instantly. 39c
and 60c tins. .
Both kinds are equally dellcloui w
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mm
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cost about the same per cup.
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