The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1903-07-11
) KING DON:
: 4 STORY OF MILITARY life IN INDIA.
s "."BY MANOR ALLAN..
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ing. She was not looking at Don any
longer now. Her blue eyes were gaz-
ing into vacancy. with an expression
OF horror in them, as if they gazed in
reality upon that CHASTITY scene the
Prince had painted-her husbands re-
volver pointed at her fathers breast.
The silence and the anguish of it all
grew more than Don could bear.
''Lillie!" he cried.
She made no movement. It was as if
she had become unconscious of his
| presence or even life itself.
'Lillie! For mercy's sake, Lille,
look at me! Lille! Lillie!"
He had gone to her side now and
| touched her cold hand. and at the
touch she swayed little. and would
have fallen senseless, but he caught
her in his arms and laid her on the low
| d1van. He threw himself on his knees
beside her, and looked at her with his
breath coming in hard, quick gasps.
Despair and shame overwhelmed
| MIN to suffocation, and paramount
through it all came the proud fear for
| that self which had hitherto ever been
| first with him all his life long-the self
| for which he had often sacrificed the
| happiness Of others or well-nigh for
feited honor, for which at last in
| moment of frenzy he had even sold his
SOUL
He saw himself in that awful mo-
| ment for what he was, and even with
Captain Derwent's dead body at his
feet he had failed to see himself.
Scorned and shamed before men, it
brought near to him another tribunal,
higher and all-powerful, at whose por-
tails he must needs stand at the last
day, and he bowed his head in the
first real prayer that had ever rent his
| bleeding heart.
my God, my God, be merciful!"
How would she for whom he had
sinned look at him when those closed
eyes opened? Would she not shrink
from his touch as from some unclean
thing? Would her love not fail be-
fore this blow he had dealt it, or was
1t that love possessed of divine pity
which would not turn even from the
hand that struck it? He took the ivory
fan which had dropped from her nerve
less fingers and waited it softly over
her paid face:
Her long, thick lashes qufvered, the
white eyelids opened at last, and her
blue eyes were looking into his.
He covered his face with his hands
and bowed his head on the cushion be-
side her, for he could not dare to look
at her now. She put out a trembling
hand and touched his thick brown
hair.
'Don," she whispered family, "tell
me it is not true!"
Il cannot" The hoarse renlv
pierced her very soul. Her hand
dropped. She burst into sudden and
passionate weeping. With a strong
effort Don recovered his self-control,
and spoke with labored intensity.
1T was not my shot that killed him
AS God is my judge, swear to you
it was not; but, in a fit Of anger. I
fired, and it might have killed him.
He insisted you were to marry that
dark fellow. and he would not listen
to me, and lost my head. Lille. Lii
lie! don't look like that! Don't! I
cannot bear it,"
She had stayed her convulsive sobs.
and her blue eyes were regarding him
in way that made his proud lips
Quiver
"You did that, yet you came back to
me and told me nothing OF it, and you
made me marry you'll" The words
broke from her in low, hating SEN
fences, as if they choked her to utter
them.
Lille, be merciful! 1t was nv love
for you that made me reckless What
good would it have done to tell you of
our quarrel? For I never dreamt you
would come to know of it,
"Oh, why did. you make me marry
your" she walled. And now she broke
down once more and wept bitterly.
"Lillie!" he cried, beside himself
with remorse and suffering, you don't
believe me guilty of his death? Don't
tell me you doubt mel"
Il do not doubt you," she spoke at
last; "but you have deceived me, and
oh, Don, it has broken my hearth"
He looked at her wildly, and seemed
to realize, with a new sense of DESC
lation, that it was indeed true. ., He
had shattered alike her faith in him
and her love.
"Oh!" he cried out, IF you had loved
me as I love you, you would under
stand and be pitiful!" 4" ,|<>.=
Il do love you" she answered bro
kenly-"you as you should be, as God
meant you to be, not what you are.",'
'Don't!' he cried again. :ss'.oh, II you
only knew what purgatory remorse
has made my life ever since that fatal
night, you would pity me and for
give!" - ,~= 4! r 81 * @ ~ z%.=4 i
~ do forgive you" she said, after q
silence that seemed an eternity to the
man who hung upon her words; '.but
life can never be the same again
never, never!" - 4, 5 :s4 5r S Il .]*s&.! =