The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1903-06-05

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-
VoIver pointed at her fathers breast.
Inc silence and the anguish of it all
grew than Don could bear.
"Lillie," he cried.
She made no movement. It was as if
b had become unconscious of his
presence or even life itself.
Lille! 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 a little and would
have fallen senseless, but he caught
her in his arms and laid her on the low
dlVan. He threw himself on his knees
beside her, and looked at her with his
breath coming in hard, quick gasps.
Despair and shame overwhelmed
him to s~uffocation, and paramount
through 1T 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 a
momen of frenzy he had even sold his
soul.
He saw himself in that awful mo-
ment for what he was, and eve with
Captain Derwent's dead body at his
feet he had failed to see himself.
ScoTned and shamed before men, 1t
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
it that love possessed of a 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 quivered, 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!"
i cannot" The hoarse reply
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.
"It was not my shot that killed him
God is my judge. l swear to you
it was not; but. in a fit OF anger,
fired, and it might have killed him.
He insisted you were to marry that
dark fellow. and he would not listen
to me, and I lost my head. Lille. Lii
lie! don't look like that! Don't! l
cannot bear it,"
She had stayed her convulsive sobs.
and her blue eyes were regarding him
in a way that made his proud Inns
you did that, yet you came back to
me and told me nothing of it, and you
made me marry you!" The words
broke from her in low. hating SEN
as If they choked her to utter
them.
Lille, be merciful! It was nv love
FOR you that made me reckless. What
good would it have done to tell 0 of
our quarrel? For l never dreamt you
would come to know of it,"
"Oh, why did you make me marry
she walled. And now she broke
Town once more and wept bitterly.
"Lillie!" he cried, beside himself
remorse and suffering, you don't
me guilty Of his death? Don't
ell me you doubt met"
Il do not doubt you," she spoke at
asst; but you have deceived me, and
N, Don. 1t has broken my heart!"
He looked at her wildly, and seemed
o realize. with a new sense of DESC
alton, that it was indeed true. He
lad shattered alike her faith in him
md her love.
"Oh!" he cried out, "if you had loved
ne as l love you, you would under
tand and be pitiful!"
i do love you," she answered bro
'enly-"you as you should be. as God
1eant you to be, not what you are"
DON'T" he cried again. "Oh. If Won
My knew what a purgatory remorse
as made my life ever since that fatal 4;
light, you would pity me and for {
,
i DO forgive you," she said, after a t
Hence that seemed an eternity to the t
Ian who hung upon her words: but
re can never be the same again
ever, never!"