The Press., 1898-08-11
FOR HIS SAKE.


 hot coal fell from the grate and threw upon which was photograph of very lovely girl in a silver frame.
 "Oh, beautyr' said the colonel, with a long drawn sigh, and a softened ex- pression of infinite pity came over his rugged features as he looked at the beautiful girlish face. "Oh, beauty, my hearts dear queeni'' And then a 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 a small figure softly entered the room and crossed to the writing table. A little hand was laid on the colonel's arm and @ little voice announced, "Chappie's s hereI' and then Dalmaine raised his head, and the f1relight 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 mur- mured, "Chappie, my beauty's little boy"
 Els, Chappie's tum. What for co 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 fa- ther's knee and demanded 8 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 they sat thus the library door opened and let ill a flood of light from the hall. It 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. It was 8 touching picture that would have appealed to any woman's heart, and 8 little gleam of the sleeping wom- anhood in 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 shim- mering satin train. But there was an ache in 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. I want mother. Good night, my son, '' and he stopped and kissed the sorrowful little face with all the tenderness of 8 woman.
 ''Fardle wants Chappie's m0vah, "the child repeated to himself as he ran ur the stairs, and then the library door alone.
 You'll be brief, Travers, because ] 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 se verest expression.
 O, ing chair toward his wife, but Beau ty Dalmaine remained standing.
 Nonsense, Travers. I can't postpone tonight's engagement. We are going tc the play. Sir Arthur has had the great est difficulty in getting the seats, ant as he has taken so much trouble I 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 l wish that you remain at home. l vii send an apology to Sir Arthur" Ant so saying he rang for the lights and sa down to the writing table.
 When the note had been duly dis patched, Colonel Dalmaine turned ono, more to his wife. She looked wonder fully beautiful, but it was the beauty O 8 statue. Her expression was cold ana proud, and her attitude was one O naughty defiance The severity died ou of Dalmaine's face and gave way to softer expression as he spoke.
 "Did you hear what the little onl saidi 'Fardie wants Chappie's mother. That is just it. want you, beauty want a little of the wifely love and ten derness that is my due. Wherever I ge hear of Beauty Dalmaine's 1oveliness of her sweetness, of her talents. an the envy of all men, but if they only knew-if they only knew-that tha sweetness is reserved for any one but her husband. that those talents are no used for the beautifying of her home but to lure on other unfortunate men tt the same abyss that was my fate tha her beauty, instead of being my prid, and Joy, Is the cause of my most bitte miseryl My child, have excused you even to myself, and have moreover blamed myself in a great measure tha my love should not satisfy you. Perhap did wrong to marry you, a mere chilt in comparison with myself, but loyex you, Beauty, and I cannot see you rush ing on headlong to your ruin withou putting every obstacle in your way Your name, the name of Beauty Dal maine, my peerless wife, is on ever, tongue in London. Am I to stand that Am to let the name of the woman whom chose from among all others t make my wife-am to let that nam be dragged in the dust? Is the mother O my son to be the playthinR of thes empty headed soc1ety menr W nat . better than brute if stand by with out interfering? You shall not drag Ill, name and honor in the dust Your in sane vanity, which is leading you int all sorts of difficulties, must be curbed Today have Q bill for $500 from you dress1naker. There was time. child when to please me seemed your great est pleasure. That time has passed. Bu what have I done to forfeit your love? have done my utmost to make you haI py, and yet how I've failedl" An, Travers Dalmaine drew his coat sleev