The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1898-06-28
FOR HIS SAKE.

EUR His SAkE II.
The twilight had deepened into dark
ness, and the fire was very low, but the
red glow from the embers revealed the
solitary inhabitant of the room sitting
In an attitude of hopeless detection
There was silence save for the ticking
of the old grandfather's clock, and to
Colonel Dalmaine the pendulum seemed
to beat out the refrain that was echoing
in his own mind, Give hundred pounds
five hundred poundsp' Presently red
hot coal fell from the CRATE and threw
faint flicker Oh the writing table,
upon which was a photograph of very
lovely girl in silver frame.
ooh, beauty'' said the colonel, with
a long drawn sigh, and softened ex-
preston of infinite pity came over his
rugged features as he looked at the
beautiful girlish face "Oh, beauty, my
hearts dear queenl' And then sob
broke the stiffness Of the room, and
Travers Dalmaine bowed his head on
his hands and gave himself up to par
oxysm Of silent agony
just at this minute the heavy oak
door was pushed noiselessly open and
small figure softly entered the room and
crossed to the writing table. A little
hand was laid on the colonel's arm and
a little voice announced, "Chappie's
here I" and then Dalmaine raised his
head, and the freight danced with
glee for the sad face now beamed with
love and tenderness as he put one arm
round the little lad at his side and muir
INJURED, "Chappie, my beauty's little
boy y
Es, Chappie's tum. What for 90
kwy?" demanded the baby voice, and
then, catching sight of the silver frame,
he added, softly, "Chappie's movah--
Chappie's booful movahP'
Then the little lad climbed ON his ia
theirs knee and demanded story. And
hand in hand Dalmaine wandered with
his little son through the delightful
mazes of fairyland, forgetful Of the
overwhelming weight of trouble that
had come upon him.
AS bucy Su6 t1tuS tIlG library uOOI
opened and let i'll food of light from
the hall. 1t fell on the curly golden
head that nestled near the iron gray
one on the sweet baby features and on
the mans rugged, sun tanned face. 1t
was a touching picture that would
have appealed to any woman's heart,
and little CLEAN Of the sleeping wom-
anhood III Beauty Dalmaine awoke as
she paused on the threshold and watch
ed her husband and her little son. Both
turned, and then the child ran forward
to greet the beautiful young mother,
but she drew back, saying, Be care
full, child; you will crush my dress, "
and then daintily gathered up the SHIN
mering satin train. But there was an
ache i'll the heart of the loving little
lad as he gazed at the faultless face
above him, and then kind hand was
laid on his head, and his father said
You must run away now, Chappie.
want mother. Good night, my son, y
and he stopped and kissed the sorrowful
woman.
'Fardle wants Chappie' s movah, " the
child repeated to himself as he ran up
the stairs, and then the library door
closed, and the husband and wife We're.
alone
you'll be brief, Travers, because l
have an engagement, the cold, clear
voice rang out.
Tonight your engagement must fall
through. l have much to say, and
must say it now"
The colonel spoke with decision, and
it was hard to believe that he was the
same man who had just been telling
Chappie such wonderful fairy tales.
The tender smile had vanished, and his
usually stern face had assumed its Sc
verest expression.
Pray sit down, 7" he continued, push
ing chair toward his wife, but Beau
ty Dalmaine remained standing.
Nonsense, Travers. l can't postpone
tonight's engagement. We are going to
the play Sir Arthur has had the great
est difficulty in getting the seats, and
as he has taken so much trouble can
not put off going
There are worse faults that can be
laid at your door, my child" her hus-
band replied gravely. "You owe some
obedience to your husband, and tonight
/ wish that you remain at home. / will
send an apology to Sir Arthur" And
so saying he rang for the lights and sat
down to the writing table.
When the note had been duly dis.
patched, Colonel Dalmaine turned once
more to his wife. She looked wonder
fully beautiful, but it was the beauty Of
a statue. Her expression was cold and
proud, and her attitude was one of
naughty defiance. The severity died out
of Dalmaine's face and gave way to a
softer expression as he spoke.
Ibid you hear what the little one
said? 'Fardie wants Chappie's mother.
That is just it. / want you, beauty. l
want little of the wifely love and ten
derness that is my due. Wherever l go
hear of Beauty Dalmaine's loneliness,
the envy of all men, but if they only
knew-if they only knew-that that
sweetness is reserved for any one but
her husband, that those talents are not
used for the identifying of her home,
but to lure ON other unfortunate men to
the same abyss that was my fate; that
her beauty, instead of being my pride
and joy, is the cause of my most bitter
misery My child, have excused you,
oven to myself, and have, moreover,
blamed myself in great measure that
my love should not satisfy you. Perhaps
l did wrong to marry you, a mere child
in comparison with myself, but loved
you, Beauty, and cannot see you rush
ing on headlong to your ruin without
putting every obstacle in your way.
Your name, the name of Beauty Dali
maine, my peerless wife, is on every
tongue in London. Am to stand that2
Am / to let the name of the woman
whom chose from among all others to
make my wife-am to let that name
be dragged in the dust? Is the mother of
my son to be the plaything of these
empty headed society men? What am 1
better than brute if I stand by with
out interfering2 You shall not drag my
uame and honor In the dust. Your in