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

whom he had strictly forbidden his
wife to see-John Sutherland
After a momentary hesitation he en-
tered the house and walked straight to
the sitting-room, where he found Mar
jorie.
She had been crying. At sight Of
her husband she dried her eyes, but
she could not hide her sorrow.
What are you crying for?" he ask
ed roughly.
ut is nothing, Leon" she returned.
Its lie; you can't deceive me as
well as defy me-"
defy you'll"
eyes, defy me. Didn't forbid you
ever again to seek the company of that
accursed Scotchman?"
YES" she returned, quietly, "and l
obeyed you. l saw him once again to
tell him we must not meet-that was
ALL"
81 tell you you are liar!"
Her face flushed crimson.
Leon" she said, think OF the child:
say what you please to me, but let us
be alone"
She took the frightened child by the
hand, and was about to lead him from
the room, when Caussidiere interposed.
NO." he said; II shall say what
1 please to you, and the child shall
remain. 1 tell you you are a liar
that man was here today-don't troU.
BILE yourself to deny it; saw him leave
the house."
81 do not wish to deny it," she re-
turned. Yes, he was here"
The tears had come into her eyes
again; she passed her arm around the
shoulders of the boy, who chung trein-
blingly to her.
"Why was he here?" continued Caus-
sidiere, furiously.
'He came here to say goodby. He
Is going to Scotland-his father is dy-
ing"
She bowed her head and laid her
lips on the forehead of her child.
why did you not go with him."
She raised her head and looked at
him with weary, sorrowful eyes.
"Why did not go?" she said. "Ah,
Leon, do not ask me that.--is 1t the
duty of a wife to leave her husband
and her child?"
Her husband" he said, with
sneer. "Ah, well. since you are preased
to put it so, your husband gives you
permission, and for the brat, why. you
may take him. too"
"Leon!"
"Well?"
what do you mean?"
What say, mon annie, generally
do"
"You wish me to leave you?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
81 think you would be better in Scot
land, and l should be better free
Again she looked at him in wonder.
What did it all mean? She could not
believe that he was speaking the truth.
He had been dining perhaps, and
drinking too much wine-as he had
done so often of late-and he did not
know what he said. Perhaps Il would
not be we'll for her to provoke him, she
thought, so she said nothing. She
turned from her husband, took little
Leon in her arms and tried to soothe
him, for the child was trembling with
fear.
But Caussidiere was not to be sill
erced.
did you hear what said?" he ask
ed.
Eyes, Leon. heard"
"Then heed!"
She rose from her seat. still keeping
the child in her arms, and again moved
toward the door.
Let me put Leon to bed" she said;
che is very tired; then I will come
back and talk to you"
"You will talk to me now, madame.
Put the child down. l tell you it will
be better for you If you do as say"
ITO do what, Leon?" she demanded.
with quivering lips and streaming
eyes.
"To go back to your mother; to tell
her that we do not agree, or any other
nonsense you please, except the truth.
We are better apart. We have moth
ing in common. We belong to differ
ent nations-nations which, for the rest,
have always hated each other. So let
us shake hands and part company
the sooner the better"
The mask had fallen indeedl Poor
Marjorie read in the mans livid face
not merely WEAKNESS and safety, but
positive dislike, black almost as nate
itself. She clasped her child and utter
ed a daqnairinO orv
"You can't mean it, Leon! No, no,
you don't mean what you say" she
moaned, sinking into chair, and COW
ering her face with her hand.
Mamma, mammal cried little Leon.
"Do not cry"
She drew him convulsively to her,
and gazed again at Caussidiere. He
was standing on the hearth rug, look
ing at her with a nervous scowl.
ct is useless to make a scene," he
said. Understand me once for ALL
Marjorie. want my freedom. 1 have
great work on hand, and | cannot pur-
sue it rightly If encountered by YOU"
You should have thought of that be-
fore" she sobbed You used to love