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CHAPTER XIX Continued.
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Brood stopped him with nn Imps
llent gesture. "I muBt ask you not to
discuss Mrs. Brood, Joe or you, Dan."
"I was Just going to say, Jim, that If
I was you I'd thank the Lord that sho's
going to do It," substituted Mr. Biggs,
omewhat hastily. "She's a wonder
ful nurse. She told me a bit ago that
be was going to save his life In spite
of the doctor."
"What does Doctor Hodder say?" de
manded Brood, pausing In bis restless
pacing of the floor.
"He says the poor boy 1b as good as
dead," said Mr. RIggs.
"Ain't got a chance in a million,"
said Mr. Dawes.
They were surprised to see Brood
wince. He hadn't been so thin-skinned
In tho olden days. Ills nerve was go
ing back on him, that's what It was,
poor Jim! Twenty years ago he would
have stiffened his back and taken It
like a umn. It did not occur to them
that they might have broken the news
to him with tact and consideration.
"But you can depend on us, Jim, to
pull him through," said Mr. Rlggs
quickly. "Remember how we saved
70a back there in Calcutta when all
the foul doctors said you hadn't
chance? Well, sir, we'll still'
"If any feller can get well with a
Bullet through his " began Mr. Dawes
encouragingly, but stopped abruptly
when he saw Brood put his hands over
his eyes and sink dejectedly Into a
chair, a deep groan on his lips.
"I guess we'd better go," whispered
Mr. Riggs, after a moment of Inde
cision and then, Inspired by a certain
fear for his friend, struck the gong re
soundingly. Silently they made their
way out of the room, encountering
Ranjab Just outside the door.
"Vou must Btlck to It, Ranjub," said
Mr. Rlggs sternly.
"With your dying breath." added Mr.
Dawes, and the Hindu, understanding,
gravely nodded his head.
"Well?" said Brood, long afterward,
raising his haggard face to meet tho
gaze of the motionless brown man who
Iiad been standing In his presence) for
many minutes.
"Miss I.ydla ask permission of sahib
to be near him until the end," said the
Hindu. "She will not go away. I have
heard the words she say to the sa
hlbah, and the sahibah as silent as the
tomb. She say no word for herself,
just sit and look at the floor and never
move. Then she accuse the sahibah of
being the cause of the young master's
death, and the sahibah only nod her
head to that, and go out of the room,
and up to the place where the young
master Is, and they cannot keep her
from going In. She Just look at the
woman In the white cap and the wom
an step aside. The sahibah Is now
.with the young master and the doctors.
.She is not of this world, sahib, but nf
ianothor."
"And Miss Desmond? Where Is she?"
"She wait In the hall outside his
door. Ranjab have speech with her.
She does not believe Ranjab. She look
into his eye and bis eye Is not honest
she seo It all. She say the young
!master shoot himself and "
" shall tell her the truth. Ranjab,"
aid Brood stolidly. "She must know
, she and her mother. Tonight I shall
see them, but not now. Suicide! Poor,
poor Lydla!"
"Miss Lydla say she blame herself
for everything. She Is a coward, she
say, and Ranjab he understand. She
came yesterday and went away. Ran
jab tell her the sahib no can see her."
1 "Yesterday! I know. She rame to
plead with me. I know," groaned
Brood, bitterly.
"She will not speak her thoughts to
the world, sahib," asserted Ranjab.
"Thy servant have spoken his words
and she will not deny htm. It Is for
the young master's sake. But sho say
she know he shoot himself because
he no can bear the disgrace "
"Enough,, Ranjab," interrupted the
master. "Tonight I shall tell her every
thing. Go now and fetch me the latest
.word."
The Hind 1 remained motionless Just
dnslde the door. His eyes were closed.
"Kanjab talk to the winds, sahib.
The winds speak to bim. The young
master Is alive. The great doctor he
anarch for the bullet. It Is bad. But
the sahibah stand between him and
death. She hold back death. She
laugh at death. She say It no can be.
'Ranjab know her now. Here In this
room be see the two woman in her,
and be no more will be blind. She
stand there before Ranjab, who would
kill, and out of the air came a new
spirit to shield her. Her eyes are the
eyes of another who does not live In
the flesh, and Ranjab bends the knee.
He see the Inside. It Is not black. It
Is full of light a great big light, sahib.
Tby servant would kill his master's
.wife but, Allah defend! He cannot
kill the wife who Is already dead. His
master's wives stand before him two
not one and his band Is stop."
' Brood was regarding him through
iwlde-open, Incredulous eyes. "You
you saw It too?" he gasped.
"The serpent Is deadly. Many time
Ranjab have take the poison from Its
fangs and It becomes his slave. He
.would hare take the poison from the
SCULPTOR TALKS OF . POPE
Mag Who Mad Bronze Bust of Head
of Church Impressed With
His Appearance.
Raffaette Romagnolt, the Florentine
v sculptor, who was summoned from Pe
trograd to Rome to make bust In
bronze of Pope Benedict, gives an In
teresting account of bis work In the
Vatican.
The pope refused to fit more than
three times, and even then the alt-
mi
serpent In his master's house, but the
serpent change before his eye and he
become the slave. She speak to him
on the voice of the wind and he obey.
It Is the law. Kismet! His master
have of wives two. Two, sahib the
living and the dead. They speak with
Ranjab today and he obey."
There was dead silence In the room
for many minutes after the remarkable
utterances of the mystic. The two
men, master and man, looked Into each
other's eyes and spoke no more, yet
something passed between them.
"The sahibah has sent Roberts for a
priest," said the Hindu ut laHt.
"A priest? But I am not a Cuthollc
nor Frederic."
"Madam Is. The servants are say
ing that the priest will be here too
late. They are wondering why you
have not already killed me, sahib."
"Killed you too?"
"They are now saying that the last
stroke of the gong, sahib, was the
death sentence for itanjab. It called
me here to be slain by you. I have
told them all that I fired the"
"Go down at once, my friend," said
Brood, laying his hand on the man's
shoulder. "Let them see that I do not
blame you, even though we permit
them to believe this lie of ours. Go,
my friend!"
The man bent his head and turned
away. Near the door ho stopped stock
still and listened intently.
"The sahibah comes."
"Ay, Bhe said she would come to me
here," said Brood, and his Jaw hard
ened. "Hodder sent for me, Ranjab, an
hour ago, but he w as conscious then.
His eye were open. I I could not
look Into them. There would have
been hatred In them hatred for nie
and I I could not go. I w as a coward.
Yes, a coward after all. She would
have been there to watch me as I
cringed. I was afraid of what I might
do to her then."
"Ho is not conscious now, sahib,"
said the Hindu slowly.
"Still," said the other, compressing
tils lips, "I am afraid I am afraid.
God, Ranjab, you do not know what It
means to be a coward! You "
"Aud yet, sahib, you are brave
enough to stand on the spot where he
fell where his blood flowed and that
Is not what a coward would do."
The door opened and closed swiftly
and he was gone. Brood allowed his
dull, wondering gaze to sink to his
feet. He was standing on the spot
where Frederic had fallen. There was
no blood there now. The rug had been
removed and before his own eyes, tho
swift-moving Hindu had washed the
floor and table and put the room In or
der. All this seemed asea ago. Sluce
Brood Allowed His Dull, Wondering
Gaze to Sink to His Feet
that time he had bared his soul to the
smirking Buddha and, receiving no
consolation from the smug Image, had
violently cursed the thing. Since then
he bad waited be had waited for
many things to happen. He knew all
that took place below stairs. He knew
when Lydla came and he denied him
self to ber. The coming of the police,
the nurses and the anesthetician, and
later on, Mrs. John Desmond and the
reporters all this he had known, for
he had listened at a crack In the open
door. And he had beard his wife's
calm, authoritative voice In the hall be
low, giving directions. Now for the
first time he looked about him and felt
himself attended by ghosts. In that
Instant he came to bate this once-loved
room, this cherished retreat, and all
that It contained. He would never set
his foot Inside of its four walls again.
It was filled with ghosts!
On the corner of the table lay a
great heap of manuscript the story of
his life up to the escape from Lhasa!
The sheets of paper had been scat
tered over the floor by the ruthless
hand of the surgeon, but now they
were back In perfect order, replaced
by another band. He thought of the
final chapter that would have to be
written If he went on with the Journal
It would hare to be written, for It was
the true story of his life. He strode
tings were short When the cast was
shown him the pontiff expressed him
self well pleased, gave the srtlst sn
autograph portrait and said:
"I thank God that I am now done
with all painters and sculptors. You
are the only one who has had three
sittings. Now, go. You hare my
benediction."
Romagnoll describes the pope's fea
tures thus:
"His holiness has a most Interest
ing bead large forehead and cranium
characteristic of a serene, well-bal-
swiftly to tho table. In another In
stant the work of many months would
have been torn to bits of waste paper.
But his hand was stayed. Someone
bad stopped outside his door. He could
not hear a sound and yet ho knew that
a hand was on the heavy latch. He sud
denly rscalled his remark to the old
men. He would have to w rite the final
chapter after all.
He waited. He knew that she was
out there, collecting all of her strength
for the comlug Interview, She was
fortifying herself against the crisis
that was so near at hand. To his own
surprise and distress of mind, he found
himself trembling and suddenly de
prived of the fierce energy that he had
stored up for the encounter. He won
dered whether he would command the
situation after all. notwithstanding his
righteous charge against her. She had
wantonly sought to entice Frederic
she had planned to dishonor her hus
band sho had proved herself unwhole
some and false and her heart was evil!
And yet he wondered whether he
would be able to stand his ground
against her.
So far she had ruled. At the outset
he had attempted to assert his au
thority as the master of the house In
this trying, heart-breaking hour, and
6he had calmly waved him aside. His
first thought had been to take his
proper place at the bedside of his vic
tim and there to remain until the end,
but she had said: "You are not to go
In. You have done enough for one day.
If he must die, let It be In peace and
not In fear. You are not to go In."
and he had crept away to hide! He re
membered her words later on when
Hodder sent for him to come down.
"Not In fear," she had said.
On the edge of the table, where It
had reposed since Doctor Hodder
dropped It there, was the small photo
graph of Matilde. He had not touched
It, but he bad bent over It for many
minutes at a time, studying the sweet,
never-to-be-forgotten, and yet curiously
unfamiliar features of that long-ago
loved one. He looked at It now as be
waited for the door to open, and his
thoughts leaped back to the last
glimpse he had ever had of that ador
able face. Then It was white with de
Bpalr and misery here It looked up at
him with smiling eyes and the languor
of unbroken tranquillity.
He clenched his strong, lean hands
to keep them from shaking. A new
wonder filled him as he ullowed his
eyes to measure the distance to the
floor and to sweep the strong, powerful
frame that trembled and was cold. He
was a giant In strength and yet he
trembled at the approach of this slen
der, frail creature who paused at his
gates to gather courage for the attack!
He was sorely afraid and he could not
understand his fear. With one of his
sinewy hands he could crush the life
out of her slim, white throat and yet
be was afraid of her physically afraid
of her.
Suddenly he realized that the room
was quite dark. He dashed to the win
dow and threw aside the broad, thick
curtains. A stream of afternoon sun
shine rushed Into the room. He would
have light this time; he would not be
deceived by the darkness, as he had
been once before. This time he would
see her face plainly. There should be
no sickening Illusion. He straightened
his tall figure and waited for the door
to opeu.
CHAPTER XX.
A Sister's Story.
If she hesitated outside the room to
summon the courage to face the man
who would demand so much of ber,
there was nothing In her manner now
to indicate that such had been the
case. She approached him without a
symptom of nervousness or irresolu
tion. Her dark eyes met bis without
wavering and there wea purpose In
them.
She devoted a single glance of sur
prise to the uncurtained window on en
tering the door and an Instant later
scrutinized the floor with uumlstakable
Interest as If expecting to find some
thing there to account for his motive
in admitting the glare of light some
thing to confound and accuse her. But
there was no fear or apprehensiveness
In the look. She was not afraid.
Brood remained standing, a little be
yond the broad ray of light, expecting
her to advance Into its full, Teveallng
glare. She stopped, however, In the
shadow opposite. It was he who moved
forward Into the light, and there was a
deep searching look In his eyes. In an
instant It was gone; he had satisfied
himself. The curious experience of the
morning had been a phantasm, an Il
lusion, a mockery. There was noth
ing In this woman's smoldering eyes
to suggest the soft, luminous loveli
ness of Matllde's. He drew a long,
deep breath of relief.
She had put on a rather plain white
blouse, open at the neck. The cuffs
were rolled up nearly to the elbows,
evidence that she bad been using her
hands in some active employment and
bad either forgotten or neglected to re-
storo the sleeves to their proper posl-
Hon. A chic black walking-skirt lent
to her trim, erect figure a suggestion
of glrllshness
Her arms hung straight down at her
sides, limply It would have seemed at
first glance, but In reality tbey were
rigid.
"I have come, as I said I would," she
said, after a long, tense silence. Her
voice was low, huskier than ever, but
without a tremor of excitement "You
did not say you would wait for me
hern, but I knew you would do so. The
hour of reckoning has come. We
must pay, both of us. I am not fright
ened by your silence, James, nor am I
afraid of what you may say or do.
First of all, It Is expected that Frederto
will die. Doctor Hodder has proclaimed
It He la s great surgeon. He ought
to know. But be doesn't know do you
anced mind. The aquiline nose and
deep-set eyes show force of character
and Intelligence; the eyes, though
short-sighted, gleam with Intelligence.
The large, well-shaped mouth shows
constancy of purpose. The chin Is
prominent, of the classical shape of
JuUua Caesar's and Napoleon's.'
His Intent
"See bow that dog Is licking your
hand."
"1 suppose he wants to stamp me
with his approval."
near? He does not know. I shall not
let him die."
"One moment, If you please," said
her husband coldly. "You may spare
me the theatrics. Moreover, we will
not discuss Frederic. What we bare
to say to each other has little to do
with that poor wretch downstairs. This
Is your hour of reckoning, not his.
Bear that"
"You are very much mistaken," she
Interrupted, her gaze growing more
fixed than before. "He Is a part of our
reckoning. He is the one great char
acter In this miserable, unlooked-for
tragedy. Will you be so kind as to
draw those curtains? And do me the
honor to tllow me to sit In your pres
ence." There was Infinite scorn in her
voice. "I am very tired. I have not
been Idle. Every minute of my waking
hours belongs to your som James
Brood but I owe this half-hour to you.
You shall know the truth about mo, as
I know It about you. I did not count
on this hour ever being a part of my
life, but It has to be, and I shall face
It without weeping over what might
have been. Will you draw the cur
tains?" He hesitated a moment and then
Jerked the curtains together, shutting
out the pitiless glare.
"Will you be seated thcre7" he
said quietly, pointing to a chair at the
end of the table.
She switched on the light In the big
lamp but Instead of taking the chair
Indicated, sank Into one on the oppo-
"Do You Remember When You First
Saw Me, James Brood?"
site side of the table, with the mellow
light full upon her lovely, serious face.
"Sit there," she said, signifying the
chair he had requested her to take.
"Please sit down," she went on Impa
tiently, as he continued to regard her
forbiddingly from his position near the
window.
"I shall be better ablo to say what 1
have to say standing," be said signifi
cantly. "Do you expect me to plead with you
for forgiveness?" she Inquired, with an
unmistakable look of surprise.
'You may save yourself the humilia
tion of such "
'But you are very gravely mistaken,"
she interrupted. "I shall ask nothing
of you."
"Then we need not prolong the "
"I have come to explain, not to
plead," she went on resolutely. "I want
to tell you why I married you. You
will not find it a pleasant story, nor
will you be proud of your conquest It
will not be necessary for you to turn
me out of your house. I entered It
with the determination to leave It In
my own good time. I think you would
better alt down."
He looked at her fixedly for a mo
ment, as If striving to materializo a
thought that lay somewhere In the
back of his mind. He was vaguely
conscious of an impression that he
could unravel all this seeming mystery
without a suggestion from her If given
the time to concentrate his mind on
the vague, hazy suggestion that tor
mented bis memory.
He sat down opposite her, and rest
ed his arms on the table. The lines
about his mouth were rigid, uncompro
mising, but there was a look of wonder
In bis eyes.
She leaned forward In ber chair, the
better to watch the changing expres
sion in his eyes as she progressed with
her story. Her hands were clenched
tightly under the table's edge.
"You are looking Into my eyes as
you have looked a hundred times," she
Bald after a moment. "There is some
thing in them that has puzzled you
since the night when you looked Into
tbem across that great ballroom in
London. You have always felt that
they were not new to you, that you
have had them constantly In front of
you for ages. Do you remember when
you first saw me, James Brood?
He stared, and his eyes widened. "I
never saw you In my life until that
night In London, I"
"Look closely. Isn't there something
more than doubt in your mind as you
look Into them now?"
"I confess that I have always been
puzzled by by something I cannot un
derstand In But all this leads to
nothing," he broke off harshly. "We
are not here to mystify each other but
to"
"To explain mysteries, that's It, of
course. You are looking. What do
you see? Are you not sure that you
looked into my eyes long, long ago?
Are there not moments when my voice
Is familiar to you, when it speaks to
you out of"
He sat up, rigid as a block of stone.
"Yes, by heaven, I have felt It all
along. Today I was convinced that
IS GREAT PATRIOTIC POEM
Deborah's Song of Victory Has Been
Put by Many at the Head of
the List
Every element of patriotism Is In
Deborah's song of victory: "Praise ye
the Lord for the avenging of Israel"
the triumphant onset dies down to a
beautiful lament for the forsaken high
ways, the ruined villages, the coward
ice of the past
Then comes' the call to arms, the
tne unbelievable had happened. I saw
something that" He stopped short,
his lips parted.
She waved her hand In the direction
of the Buddha. "Have you never peti
tioned your too solid frlond over there
to unravel the mystery for you? In
the quiet of certain lonely, speculative
hours have you not wondered where
you had seen me before long, long
before the night in London? In all the
years that you have been trying to
convince yourself that Frederic is not
your son, has there not been the vision
of"
"What are you saying to me? Are
you trying to tell me that you are Ma
tilde?" "If not Matilde, then who am I,
pray?" she demanded.
He sank back, frowning. "It cannot
bo possible. I would know her a thou
sand years from now. You cannot
trick me Into believing But, in
God's name, who are you?" He leaned
forward again, clutching the edge of
the table. "By heaven, I sometimes
think you are a ghost come to haunt
me, to torture mo. What trick, what
magic Is behind all this? Has her
soul, her spirit, her actual being found
a lodging place In you, and have you
been sent to curse me for"
She rose half-way out of her chair,
leaning farther acious the table. "Yes,
James Brood, I represent the spirit of
Matilde Valeska, if you will have It so.
Not sent to curse you, but to love you.
That's the pity of it all. I swear to
you that It Is the spirit of Matilde that
urges me to love you and to spare you
now. It Is the spirit of Matilde that
stands between ber son and death. But
It Is not Matilde who confronts you
here and now, you may be sure of that
Matilde loved you. She loves you now,
even In her grave. You will never be
able to escape from that wonderful
love of hers. If there have been times
and heaven knows there were many,
I know when I appeared to love you
for myself, I swear to you that I was
moved by the spirit of Matilde. I I
am as much mystified, as greatly puz
zled as yourself. I came here to hate
you, and I have loved you yes, there
were moments when I actually loved
you."
Her voice died away Into a whisper.
For many seconds they sat looking
Into each other's eyes, neither pos
sessing the power to break the strange
spell of silence that bad fallen upon
them.
"No, It Is not Matilde who confronts
you now, but one who would not spare
you as she did up to the hour of her
death. You are quite safe from ghosts
from this hour on, my friend. You
will never see Matilde again, though
you look Into my eyes till the end of
time. Frederic may see, may feel the
spirit of his mother, but you ah, no!
You have seen the last of her. Her
blood Is In my veins, her wrongs are In
my heart It was she with whom you
fell In love and It was she you married
six months ago, but now the curtain Is
lifted. Don't you know me now, James?
Can your memory carry you back
twenty-three years and deliver you
from doubt and perplexity? Look
closely, I say. I was six years old
then and"
Brood was glaring at her as one
stupefied. Suddenly he cried out In a
loud voice: "Heaven help me, you
are you are the little sister? The
little Therese?"
She was standing now, leaning far
over the table, for he bad shrunk down
Into his cbalr.
"The little Therese, yes! Now do
you begin to see? Now do you begin
to realize what I came here to do? Now
do you know why I married you? Isn't
It clear to you? Well, I have tried
to do all these things so that I might
break your heart as you broke hers. I
came to make you pay!" She was
speaking rapidly, excitedly now. Her
voice was high-pitched and unnatural.
Her eyes seemed to be driving bim
deeper and deeper Into the chair, forc
ing him down as though with a giant's
hand. "The little, timid, heart-broken
Therese who would not Bpeak to you,
nor kiss you, nor say good-by to you
when you took her darling sister away
from the Bristol In the Kartnerrlng
more than twenty years ago. Ab, how
I loved her how I loved her! And
how I hated you for taking her away
from me. Shall I ever forget that wed
ding night? Shall I ever forget the
grief, the loneliness, the hatred that
dwelt in my poor little heart that
night? Everyone was happy the
whole world was happy but was I?
I was crushed with grief. You were
taking her away across the awful sea
and you were to make her happy, so
they said al e, so said my beloved,
Joyous sister. You stood before the
altar in St. Stephen's with her and
promised promised promised every
thing. I heard you. I uat with my
mother and turned to Ice, but I heard
you. All Vienna, all Budapest said that
you promised naught but happiness to
each other. She was twenty-one. She
was lovely ah, far lovelier than that
wretched photograph lying there In
front of you. It was made when she
was eighteen. She did not write those
words on the back of the card. I wrote
them not more than a month ago, be
fore I gave It to Frederic. To this
house she came twenty-tbree years
ago. You brought her here, the happi
est girl In all the world. How did you
send her away? How?"
He stirred In the chair. A spasm of
pain crossed his face. "And I was the
happiest man In all the world," he said
hoarsely. "You are forgetting one
thing, Therese." He fell Into the way
of calling her Therese as If he had
known her by no other name. "Your
sister was not content to preserve the
happiness that"
"Stop!" she commanded. "You are
not to speak evil of ber now. You will
never tblnk evil of her after what I am
about to tell you. You will curse your
self. Somehow, I am glad that my
I awakening the gathering together of
the loyal princes and governors, yes.
and of penmen, scorn for the faint
hearted, curses for the treacherous
Ashcr, Reuben, Meroz.
From these the song flames up again
Into Imaginative splendor, with Its
stars and pranclngs, narrows Its view
to the tent of Juel, to the mother of
Slsera hearkening In vain at ber win
dow for the sound of the chariot
whee.'s and the Bon that will never re
turn, and sinks like the peace of eve
nlng to Its close: "So let all thine ene
plans have gone awry. It gives me UM
opportunity to see you curse yourself."
"Her slsterl" uttered the man unbe
lievingly. "I have married the child
Therese. I have hold her sister In my
arms all these months and never knew.
It Is a dream. I"
"Ah, but you have felt even though
Ho struck the table violently with
his fist. Ills eyes were blazing. "What
manner of woman are you? What
were you planning to do to that un
happy boy her sou? Are you a Head,
to"
"In good time, James, you will know
what manner of woman I am," she In
terrupted quietly. Sinking back in the
cbalr she resumed the broken strain,
all the time watching him through
half-closed eyes. "She died ten years
ago. Her boy was if.'elve years old.
She never saw him after the night you
turned her away from this house. On
her deathbed, as she was releasing her
pure, undeflled soul to God's keeping,
she repeated to the priest who went
through the unnecessary form of ab
solving her she repeated her solemn
declaration that she bad never wronged
you by thought or deed. I had always
believed her, the holy priest believed
her, God believed her. You would
have believed her, too, James Brood.
She was a good woman. Do you bear?
And you put a curse upon her and
drove ber out Into the night That
was not all. You persecuted ber to the
end of her unhappy life. You did that
to my sister!"
"And yet you married me," he mut
tered thickly.
"Not because I loved you oh, no!
She loved you to the day of her death,
after all the misery and suffering you
bad heaped upon her. No woman ever
endured the anguish that she suffered
throughout those hungry years. You
kept her child from ber. You denied
him to her, even though you denied
him to yourself. Why did you keep
bim from her? She was his mother.
She had borne him, he was all hers.
But nol It was your revenge to de
prive her of the child she bad brought
Into the world. You worked deliberate
ly in this plan to crush what little
there was left In life for her. You kept
him with you, though you branded hlnj
with a name I cannot utter; you guard
ed him as If be were your most
precious possession and not a curse to
your pride; you did this because you
knew that you could drive the barb
more deeply Into her tortured heart.
You allowed her to die, after years of
pleading, after years of vain endeavor,
without one glimpse of ber boy, with
out over having heard the word mother
on bis lips. That is what you did to
my sister. For twelve long years you
gloated over ber misery. Oh, God,
man, bow I hated you when I married
you!" She paused breathless.
"You are creating an excuse for your
devilish conduct," he exclaimed harsh
ly. "You are like Matilde, false to the
core. You married me for the luxury I
could provide, notwithstanding the
curse I had put upon your sister. I
don't believe a word of what you are
saying to "
"Don't you believe that I am her sis
ter?" "You yes, by heaven, I must believe
that. Why have 1 been so blind? You
are the little Therese, and you hated
me In those other days. I remember
well the"
"A child's despairing hatred because
you were taking away the being she
loved best of all. Will you believe me
when I say tljat my hatred did not en
dure for long?' When her happy, Joy.
ous letters came back to us filled with
accounts of your goodness, your devo
tion, I I allowed my hatred to die. I
forgot that you bad robbed me. I came
to look upon you as the fairy prince,
after all. It was not until she came all
the way across the ocean and began to
die before our eyes she was years In
dying It was not until then that I be
gan to hate you with a real, undying
hatred."
"And yet you gave yourself to me,"
be cried. "You put yourself In ber
place. In heaven's name, what was to
be gained by such an act as that?"
"I wanted to take Matllde's boy away
from you," she hurried on, and for the
first time her eyes began to waver.
"The idea suggested Itself to me the
night I met you at the comtesse's din
ner. It was a wonderful, a tremendous
thought that entered my brain. At
first my real self revolted, but as time
went on the Idea became an obsession.
I married you, James Brood, for the
sole purpose of hurting you In the
worst possible way; by. having Ma
tllde's son strike you where the pain
would be the greatest. Ah, you are
thinking that I would have permitted
myself to have become his mistress,
but you are mistaken. I am not that
bad. I would not have damned his
soul In that way. I would not have
betrayed my sister In that way. Far
more subtle was my design. I confess
that It was my plan to make him fall In
love with me and In the end to run
away with him, leaving you to think
that the very worst had happened. But
It would not have been as you think.
He would have been protected, my
friend, amply protected. He "
"But you would have wrecked him
don't you see that you would have
wrecked the life you sought to protect?
How utterly blind and unfeeling you
were. You say that he was my son
and Matllde's, honestly born. What
was your object, may I inquire, In
striking me at such cost to ht.ro? You
would havo made a scoundrel of him
for the sake of a personal vengeance.
Are you forgetting that be regarded
himself as my son?"
(TO BH CONTINUED.)
Their Use.
"Why do you advocate blanket
street-paving bills?"
"To cover the beds of the streets,
of course."
mles perish, O Lord; but let them that
love bim be as the sun when be goetn
forth In his might" There Is no pa
triotic poem to compare with It
Restricts Sals of Weapons.
A Greek law of July 30, 1914, pro
hibits the Importation, manufacture
and Bale of certain weapons, Includ
ing stilettos, Jaggers and spring or
double-edged pocket knives. The Im
portation of firearms of all kinds with
out government permission b likewise
prohibited.
FUN'S FABLES UP TO DATE
. . i
This Is About the Lltecary Man Wh
Insisted on Writing Just What
He Wanted to Write.
Once there was a literary man who
decided to write for posterity. Ie
fused to be guided by what the edllon
said the public wanted, but wrote wait
he thought it ought to want.
According to all the rules of tin
game be should havo starved to deatb
In very short order, but for once, u,
rules didn't work.
Did tho public suddenly wake up tc
the fact that a genius was In theu
mldBt? And did the editors camp at
his door clamoring for the product ot
his pen?
Oh, no, dear reader, nothing like that
at all.
A rich aunt died and left him half a
million dollars, and he kept light 01
wrltlug stuff that nobody wanted tt
read.
Whether posterity will read It n
mains to be seen.
As for the moral, well, you're got u
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Grass Widow's Grievance.
"That fortune teller got all mlied
up on my husbands," said the groat
widow as she left the seventh daugh
ter, with an escort holding tight. "Sit
said I had had two; then she wouldn't
say I would have three. I thought
that mean of her. Instead, sho kept
on saying what a nice husband 1 had
now, what a fine man be was and ill
that Idiocy. Why, my husband Is tht
meanest little brute that ever lived.
I haveu't laid eyes on him for twi
years. Now, why do you suppose that
fortune teller kept on saying he wat
such a nlee husband?" she demands
"That's easy," said tho escort "She
thought I was your husband and she'd
get to tell my fortune when she bad
finished yours."
Proved Himself an Impostor.
"What kind of a show do you give,
mister?" asked Broncho Bob.
"I'm a mind reuder."
"They won't pay no attention to jo
here in Crimson Gulch. The last mind
reader that was here could tell u
what numbers we was thlnkln' about
an' look right through the wall an'
tell you what was in the next room
An' then he set into a poker garni
an' bet three of a kind against near!;
every flush that was held."
Hard on the Prosecutor.
A lawyer who was engaged by tb
city to prosecute one James Magee (or
keeping a gambling bouse, warming
up to bis subject, shouted:
"James Magee has kept a gambling
houso. does keep a gambling houae!
I have proved it again and again. I
have said once and for all It Is a gaifr
blfhg house, and I maintain It."
"That's right, your honor," said th
culprit. "I'd have failed long ago but
for the patronage of the honorabli
gentloman."
Generous.
"We've won that suit of Thompsoni
against the railroad company." said
the Junior partner. "What shall w
charge him?"
"Let me see," said the senior part
ner. "What was the amount of th
damages?"
"Twenty thousand dollars."
"Make the bill out for nineteen tho
sand five hundred. " He's entitled tt
something tor giving us the case.'
Fond of Powder.
Crawford I see the belligerents art
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Crabshaw Why not? They v
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