Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1898-11-17

court would sever our bonds on the sim-
! pie charge of desertion. But she must
persist under any circumstances in us
ing my name merely because of its bust.
ness value, since she had already made
it famous in society and on the amateur
stage. Probably this was the only time
she viewed the loss of my fortune con,
placently, since it would help give a
commercial strength to the name Tenn
pie when seen in capitals on billboard.
Temple-the name of the beauty step.
ping from the drawing room to the foot
| lights, the name of the man who went
down under the thunderbolt of ruin.
| Why, there's meat for reporter in the
two syllables. Don't you think so?
They may even illustrate me,' he
laughed, his eyes bright with contempt.
"The letter ended with the polite hope
that I'd be sensible and not kick up a
row. Well, ! haven t. ave been sens;-
BILE. But / spent part of today in be
coming better acquainted with my wife.
was curious to know how she deve!-
oped her plans. I'll tell you what !
| learned.
He stood Up before Anne and struck
his finger with emphasis ON his open
palm.
From the hour she knew of my fail
ure she has covertly, determinedly bent
every effort toward the taking of this
step. The manager would not star her
without heavy security. Then Olga
showed what resources lay within her.
| Smedley Joyce and a few others among
her old followers have at her suggestion
backed the undertaking as good bust
ness venture. They knew all about it.
And /, ignorant, blind, sat opposite
Joyce at the Harvard alumni dinner
the other night. / didn't dream I was
facing my wife's angel. You don t
know what that means. Neither did
until today. The man who backs play
earns that heavenly title. Smedley
Joyce is at present an angel though "a
stout one, l grant.
"What will you do?" asked Anne,
her heart chilled. "Will you bring her
back: You might, perhaps.
81 shall not try" he said clearly.
"I'll do nothing but endeavor to live as
if I'd never seen her. 1t won't be hard. I"
A dark look crossed his face. If cir
cumstances could by any possibility
arise in the future tending to soften me
toward her, to make me fool again,
I'd only have to think of this one thing
her gentlest mood, most impulsive
caress and her only promise for happy
future home together were given the
night before she went away, when
her railroad ticket was in her purse.
This thought would make me stone. I"
Anne watched him thoughtfully and
understood him. Olga had practiced q
cheap deception from first to last. Her
unmasking had only aroased disgust and
bitterness in him. To feel either grief
or hate for anything as gaudily false as
this woman would be like playing some
of the most despairing strains in
"Faust" on a penny trumpet.
The maid entered with tea, and they
had it in the freight, while the shadows
played between them. Anne's heart
beat painfully and hard. David began
to feel peace subdue him. This was
their first talk alone since the winter
night when he had told her of his love
for Olga. Then all the tenor Of his &C.
static confidence was, ~ love her.. !"
Tonight his imbittered spirit had voiced
different truth: "She has gone, lei
surely and coldly, out of my life fer
ever. She brought nothing into it; she
takes nothing away"
lCONTINUED.l