The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1898-05-31
For His Sake.

The twilight had deepened into Garknes
and the fire was verv low, but the rec
glow from the enber5 revealed the soil
tary inhabitant OF the room, sitting n al
attitude of hopeless detection There wa
| silence save for the ticking OF The OLE
grandfather's clock. and to Colonel pal
| maine the pendulum seemed to beat GU
the refrain that was echeins in his OWL
mind, Five hundred pounds. five hund
red poundsi"
"Oh, Beauty!' said the colodel with :
long drawn sigh, and seftened express
sion Of infinite pity came ove- his rugged
features.
Just at this minute the heavy oak door
WaS pushed noiselessiy open. and small
figure softly entered the room anc cross
ed TO the writing table. A little hand WAS
laid on the colonefs arm. and a little voice
announced, "Chappie's here?' and then
Dalmaine raised his head aud the fire.
light danced with glee. for the sad face
now beamed with love and tenderness as
he put one arm around the little lad at
| his side, and murnure5, "ChaDpie, my
Beauty's little boy!''
| 'ES, Chappfe's tum. What for 90
kwy?' demanded the baby voics. and then
| catching sight Of the silver frame ne sd
ed softly, ''ChaDp'eE movah-Chapp;e'
! bOoful nlovahr'
Then the little lad climbed en- his falh-
4
| hand In hand Daimaias wandered with his
n;tle son through the delightful mazes ef
! fairy land, forgetful Of the CverwE Ginning
| weight Of trouble that Ia come upon
| him
AS they sat this the library DOOR open
| ed and let in food Of light from The hall.
1t fell on the cur golden head that nest
| led near the iron-gray one on the swte.
| baby features and on the mans rugged,
/ sun-tdnned face. 1t was touching pio-
| ture, that would have appeated 10 Sny
woman's heart, and a little gleam OF the
sleeping womanhood in Beauty Dalms me
awoke as she paused on the threshold and
watched her husband and little son. Both
turned, and then the child ran forward to
greet the beautiful young mother, and
she drew back, saying: "Be careful, child
you will crush my drsssr' and then dam
tily gathered up the shimmering satin
train.
you must run away, now, Chapie; I
want mother. Good night. my son." ard
he stopped and kissed the sorrowful tt-
tie face with all the tenderness of a wo-
man.
"Fards wants Chappies movah," the
child repeated to himsa;f, as he ran VI
the stairs, and then the library door clos
ed and the husband and wife were 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 I must
say it now
Pray sit down." he continued. push
ing chair toward his wife, but Beauty
Dalmaine remained standing.
Nonsense, Travers! 1 can't POSTPONE
tonights engagement. We are going to
the play Sir Arthur has had the greatest
difficulty in getting the seats, and as he
l.
off going"
There are worse faules that can be laid
at your door. my child" her husband re-
piled gravely. you owe some obedience
TO your husband and tonight I wish that
you remain at home. 1 will send an apo
logy to Sir Arthur"
Colonel Dalmaine turned cncs mere to
his wife. She looked wonderfully beduti-
full, but it was the beauty of a s:aIue.
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 lie
spoke.
did you hear what the little one said?
'Fardie wants Chapies movah.' That is
just 1t. I want you, Beauty. want a lit
tie of the wifely love and tenderness that
Is my due. Wherever 1 go. l hear Of
Beauty Dalmaine's loneliness, or her
sweetness of her talents. am the envy
Of all men, but If they only knew-if they |
only knew-that that sweetness is reserv- |
ed for anyone 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 my joy. is the cause. of my most Bit
ter misery. My child, I have excused YOU
even to myself, and have. moreover, blam-
ed myself in a great measure that my love
should not satisfy you. Perhaps / did /
wrong to marry you, a mere child in COM
parison with myself, but I loved you,
Beauty, and 1 cannot see you rushing on
headlong to your ruin without putting ev-
cry obstacle in your way. Your name the
name of Beauty Dalmaine, my peerless
wife, is on every tongue in London. Am
to stand that? 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 play-thing of
these empty-headed society menu What
am l better than brute If I stand by
without interfering7 You shall not drag
my name and honor in the dust. Your |
insane vanity, which is leading you into
all sorts of difficulties. must be curbed
Today have bill of $500 from your
dressmaker. There was time. child, |
pleasure"
During his speech his wife had stood
her eyes downcast She was
very pale, but otherwise showed no emo
ton. Presently he spo6e again. blu. his
voice sounded husky ana far away.
"Reauty," he cried, 'for my sake pause
N your mad career. or, il NOT for mine,
for Chappie's."
Surely that appeal would have touched
/
heard it unmoved. She SID Wy crossed to
he door, and. turning, she looked defiant
y at her husband, and her voice rang out
with metallic clearress Is che said
II have listened 20 you patiently, now
I'm going to the play with Sir Arthur
Maynard" And then she vanished. and
ike one stunned, her husband remained
-acantly gazing at the door through which
Ihe had disappeared.
But Beauty Dalmaine did not 60 70 the
play that night. When she lcft the IL
,rary she slowly as 3ended the stairs. with
he intention of fetching a fan from her
DOM. The servants were ali at supper,
md the house was very stili, VIXEN sud
lenly a small voice BROKE the stil.nets.
'Chappie wants movah!' fouowed by a
found OF sobDing.
Beauty paused. The sobs coa;iLued and
again the little voice called. "Chappie !
wants movsh, God send Chapoie's NOV
.hr'
Swiftly she few down the passage ard
inferred the nursery. The little lads pray
Y had not been in vain; G ID had heard K.
nd used 1t as an instrument 70 unlcck the
rother's heart. In few short seconds
,happie was II his m o:hars arms: the ,
ostiy satin lras5 was forgotten, and
RELY her tears we're mingiing with MS
wn.
An hot,- lstzr .xf.h uearv sro.s,e,s sr5