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CHAPTER XIII.

'oo"oo VI DoneLula. DelatOle ar
ne mad parted in silence that was su
'try. $500 ""' 81
bis plunges in Wall street kent hi,
Wei supplied with money for the tim
being, and OF the future he Thought br
little. ~
:, Inc secret had changed it's aspect Fl
no longer cared to face it. II was nov
Cd monstrous fear maddening him wit
Whispers OF hundred possibilities. prod
. dlng him, sending out false alarms an,
slowly chilling his assurance info a,
ever present premonition. Since the da,
Felix Dawson left him with the declaro
aon, "Oh, yes, I'll have it back. 4" he bai
not seen nor heard Of him. This abso.
lutte withdrawal was more significant
tnan threats. Suppose he had incon.
.estaoie proof, after ALP What if he
ied when he said he had no copy? What
II ne could produce witnesses to nrove
ne had written the play2 Would this
man some day appear again, relentless
In his quiet way, and hurl the bomh-
smell That would bring his false life IN
ruins about his ears?
Ills rupture with Delatole-tbat Too
mace MN uneasy. Oh, it was a Load
from his heart to have told him the trnth
to have seen the sullen SURPRISE daera,,
in'o stond hatred in his horrid eyes. 1t
was relief, balm, but 1t brought n
danger in its wake. Suppose they met
these two who for different reasons
would rejoice in his overthrow. Then
mueed might he shudder ,Eelatole would
ioAow the scent insatiabIy. He would |
come IKE vulture to pick his bones |
Even IL proof were not possible he wonId
80 uanln hlrn with suspicion, so besmear
MN with the trail of his innuendoes 90
i1ddle him with the darts of his acrid
nuInor, MS prestige would be lost for.
ever. Delatole had the power. the ON.
portunity and the answering natienco
10 write an enemy down and ont of ex.
istence. ' u c@-
These dangers lay in wait for him -
eonne turning In the darkness beyond his
vision: But there was something more
.errloie-a voice that spoke to him as no !,
nVing voice could. Mystic and person.
d. 81 came from his SOUL Conscience !
IKE the giant of fairy lore, sometimes =
awakens refreshed and hungry from a
seven years sleep. In this interval of =
,naction II was impossible for Tom TO o
look back on the short life he had On =,
quickly and completely degraded and
feel no pang. ''""
Inc heartburning, the anxiety. left h,
'nelr haggard marks upon his face. He =.
grew thin, he became morose and mol %
lncholy. His world lost sight of hin, ny ny
tut hidden in some corner of the crowd a. az
u tneater' driven there by restless fas-
inatlon, by the same resistless impulse ~
men forces the murderer to feast his 90,
nrinking eyes upon his victim. he night 30
watched the play that told him in 40 40
very line he was thief. q
Ills nights were sleepless and filled IT, IT,
ltn fears-intolerable links between ;no
orbid, feverish days. He drank heavi. o.,
; trying to find in the flaming odors of 60,
andy an assuagement for the ache in -,
s heart owe
This was Toms life now. And across ~
is waste, like pale ray trembling beo
DIN pure, open skies, came longing. T
rsistent as thirst, to see Virginia FRO
he could not account for it. 1t was W.,
. that he fancied their friendship a.
ght be In any degree renewed. indeed Us Us
never seemed farther from her than ;ho
th1s period, never more undesery1ng go,
glance from her eyes. But the de. ~, ~
was there, not forcible enough TO 49, 49,
ID him seeking her, yet with him al. o o,d,
US. While fearing, half expecting TO O.,
ne face to face with Dawson, he was ,ool
looking for her on the r. IL
eets, In shops and at the theater. a.
Two years had passed, and he had new. LII
CHANGED upon her. Such thing could Ae n,
y be possible in city like New Yor, -
ere interests lie so widely apart and tber
rushes In great circles, one within conl
liner, never meeting. Virginia was 80 :,
rcely mile from him, yet not seek. ~ ~ .
each other they could not have been .sy
re separate had they lived in different
ms. Bohemia and Chelsea square are
lthetlc--the one all fever, struggle
yhter, frailty, the other somnolent in
dor OF sanctfty, ruffled only by trem.
is chimes as the days walk dennurely
ct, 80 strange is the affinity between H
light and sequence, Tom felt scarcely
surprise when one night at the thea
ne lifted his languid eyes and saw '
,inia in lower box.
1ere she was as he had so often pic.
q her through these useless, feverish.
haunted days. His sick soul ragged
yearning, and in all the crowded.
Lit house he only saw her face. He *
cely seemed to breathe. His ewes
ured her. The dear facet There
no other like it in the world.
10 light was in her eyes, the red in
'rching lips, the soft fire of expect
exulting youth not one whit
ned. 1t is only in books women nm
upon their faces when they have ne ne
ID the first milestone on the path of sla M
,uid she see him? He hardly knew was
her he most longed for or dreaded LEV
lance How would she look if she ner, al
the truth about the play she race u
he'd so earnestly? What would her 0or ,l
'ay then? fo
oldness began to steal over him. you