The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1903-09-06

As he spoke. You did II for love Of me.
because ! seemed to regret You annot
call e seeming when every throb Of my
heart was for you"
at throbbed for snothsr-thsrs's the
boy. you know"
What satisfaction could I fesi IN the
daily presence Of his wretched childT'
None. perhaps. But I may be forgiven
for thinking that you still have left some
remnant of honorable and gentle feeling.
A mans own SON"
you took the child In for lows Of me.
believing Il to be mine. For love Of mel
Say It. Dorothy. say fl"
For the love I had felt
Love cannot die In an hour. You had
been mr. wife less than two years~
And that boy was less than q year old.
I assure you. love can die IN q minute un-
Ger favorable circumstances"
Suppose ! were to tell you this 6oy Ii
not miner
She started forward IN hsr chair n
love dies quickly. the habit Of hope does
not Suppose I were to ask you. Whose
child ID her" shs answered. hoarssly.
why. It might be-any ones"
Norman once told me that q little boy
might eat Q BEAR" she replied. MrA
Chalmers was srticulatiny with difficulty.
This was to be o w~aterloo-for somebody
On Napoleon's side.
Dorothy. IN heavens nams-yuu lore
me to-day a. you did in that FIRST year Of
our married life. II 70 true, Dorothy, !
did noe dare dream OF that before, but new
I know Il. I cannot let this hour pass
give me one chance-the benefit of the
doubt. Oh. Dorothyr'
There Is no doubt" she said. staring at
him. She hoped for something. she didn't
know what.
LET US be reconciled. When I believed
you hated ms I had no powe to plead. but
now for Gods sake. Dorothy
I'll"
Don't speak. don't speak," Chalmers
cried. He was holding out his arms.
What shall I do7" she murmured,
twisting her fingers and looking at Chal-
mers's open arms and remembering the
feel Of them about her In tho old days
what shall I dor" And then Norman
laughed, just without the library door.
They started as the same SHAFT struck
them both.
FOL the last time" she sai6, hurrtedIy
and under her breath. who IL his IA
therf"
ct said it-might be any one: It might
why. It might be your father"-Chalmers
was speaking e~onvulsively, OF he would
never havs said II.
MY father" she repeated. Then Mrs.
Chalmers seemed to assemble her Wits.
my father-who loved you Is his cwn
son. whose memory great men celebrated
to-day; my father, who loved my mother
and her children next to honorl A hero
first. last and forever, whose word was
back" she said. looking for all the world
like the old General himself.
'T-fake 1t back" answered Chalmers.
''But / love you s~o"-Chalmers seemed to
be about Zone for.
Madame is served" spoke ths very dis
greet servant.
"T cannot dine tonight" shs ssid, End
passed out Of another door.
Chalmers stood IN the middle Of the floor |
and looked or where bis. wife had
81 will DO IT," he said, suddenly. 81 his |
10 hell. and I'll tell the truth" He un-
locked the small drawer of a caoinet near |
his desk. "And vet, m~aybe-she would
hate me for the truth. h ioves RTE now.
for certain. I wonder just how tad the
would sound. It's years since ever I |
hazard it-years," he r7used as he took a
from the drawer. He -pread Il care
fully upon the desk. 1t seemed net TO
have been read frequently. and It told how |
Dorothy's hero father lad made a mess of
his affairs. and how his conscience vas