The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1897-10-29
CHAPTER xXIX.-(CoNr1NuEDl

what is that to your" said he
roughly. 81 have many things to do
which you cannot understand"
And there are things which l can
understand" returned Marjorie quiet
ly, Then she showed him the letter
which she had received, and asked
calmly, "Is this true?"
Caussidiere took the letter and tead
1t with scowl; when he had done so
he tore it up and scattered the pieces
on the floor.
Leon" said Marjorie, ais it true?'
YES" he returned. my friend,
Mademoiselle Seraphine, is entertain
ing and my wife is not; when man
has little leisure. he does not seek
the society of the dullest companion Of
his acquaintance"
He quietly went on eating his break
fast, as If the subject were at an end.
For while Marjorie watched him, her
face white as death; then she went to
him and knelt at his feet.
Leon" she said, In low, trembling
voice, "let us forget the past; maybe
it has been my fault; but. indeed, 1
never meant it. dear. l have been so
lonely and so sad, and l have been
kept apart from you because l thought
you wished it, and-yes-because you
sometimes seemed so angry that
grew afraidr'
She tried to take his hand, but he
thrust her aside.
ipl 10
win me back?" he said: "it is more
likely to drive me away, for, look you,
/ dislike scenes and / have business
which demands that l keep cool. There,
dry your eyes and let me finish my
meal in peace"
At that time nothing more was said,
but once he was free of the house,
Caussidiere reflected over what had
taken place. He was in sore trouble
as to what he must do. To abandon
Marjorie meant abandoning the goose
which laid him golden eggs, for with
out the supplies which Miss Hethering-
ton sent to her daughter, where would
Caussidiere be?
One afternoon, as he was about to
return home in no very amlable frame
of mind, an incident occurred which
aroused in his mind a feeling not eX-
actly of jealousy, but Of lofty moral in
dignation. He saw, from the window
of shop where he was making a pur-
chase, Marjorie and little Leon pass
by in company with a young man
whom he recognized at a glance. He
crept to the door. and looked after
them, scarcely able to believe his eyes.
Yes, it was real! There were Mar
jorie and little Leon walking side by
side with young Sutherland, his old
bette noir from Scotland.
Half an hour later, when he reached
home, he found Marjorie quietly seated
in the salon.
"Leon!" cried Marjorie, startled by
his manner, sis anything the matter?"
He did not answer, but glared al her
with growing fury.
She repeated her question. He was
still silent. Then, as she sat trembling,
he rose, crossed over, and put his fierce
face close to hers.
Let me look at you. Yes, 1 see!
You are like your mother, the"
He concluded with an epithet too
coarse for transcription.
She sprang up, pale as death.
what have 1 done?" she cried.
"Do you think l am fool-blind?
Do you think do not know who it is
you go to meet out there? Speak!
Answer! How often have you met
him?"
And he shook his clinched fist in he.
face.
do you mean Iny old friend, John
ME Sutherland she returned, trem-
bling. "Oh, Leon, was 80 glad to see
him; he is so kind have known him
so long. / saw him one day by chance.
and since then"
"Yet you said nothing to mel"
"It was often on my tongue. but 7
was afraid. oh, Leon, you are not
angry with me for speaking to an old
friend?"
The answer came, but not in words
Uttering a fierce oath, and repeating
the savage epithet he had used before
he struck her in the face with all his
force, and she fell bleeding and swoon-
ing upon the floor.