The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-05-21

him. not he you? Tell me the truth,
Rosa, the truth. It's not like YOU to /
love. and be despised. Can believe
3. Eyes, yes, It's true, It's true!,, said |
She quickly, afraid OF turning his |
anger upon herself, and vet alarmed at |
his looks. ST know I was ungrateful |
to you, Bob, but, I'm not marble. II
'.Then why did you leave him ?''s
Rosa hesitated for a moment Then,
having once begun to lie, she found |
herself, under the influence Of his Inn |
perious manner, driven forward in the |
course she had begun. a course OF
fragrant fabrication.
II couldn't bear his Indifference; |
thought he looked down upon me. So |
+ ran away and came to England, with |
with the child"
Her voice dropped.
He interrupted her sharply: With
my child; you know 1t was mine.
That's what I can't forgive. Why
and brought her with you? I'd have
forgiven you everything, and you knew,
1t. had no spirit, no pride, where
you we're concerned and-the child Y
1T didn't know, didn't dare =
Say you didn't care; that's the
seeing that once more she was look
| ing stealthify round asst forla way Of
escape, he went on: EEt.And what did
you do? Better not. to ask, i sup
pose ?'' rs
She suddenly sprang UP, restless and
excited by renewed fears. s:s
| What does 1t matter to you what
/ did? You were out Of my life. and
I had to live"
said, in low, shaken voice:
well. well. you did your best for
i II y, 1919 Ia. -
| this man; you made him take her.,
/ shelter her That was right. But
why have you come down here? I
don't understand.
Rosa looked at him quickly
/ ITO be near my child" she gasped
out, watching him sksenly, wondering
/ how much he would believe. II can't
live without her. I did try, for her
sake, but find can't. Now he wants
Ito get rid Of me and to keep her.
That's what he's trying to do. and
THAT what I'm hghting against" she
went on, encouraged by seeing that
Robert Burnet was moved by her 1
"You know he's trying to divorce
4 me?'' He nodded. i you know he
4 can do it, and prosecute me for big
amy, too, IL he likes. Well, don't
care for that; he's welcome to do to
i me anything hes pleases; Butts It
L
my child. and bring her up to hate me,
i while he gets free and marrfes this
artful widow"
Eyes, yes, that's what he wants, no
! doubt Of it. But he sha'n't have his
own way all round. Why should he?
, ing? He who is RICH, prosperous!
, why should he take away from me
3 the little I had :? The woman love,
! and my child. For she's my own
} child, and you can't deny It.
He was standing. over her with glar-
ing eyeseand clehehed fist. She dared
/. not contradict him., but she made
weak little protest.
+ you wouldn't take her back, tho
!, would you? Even II you were sure
) of it? You'd leave her where she's
! safe. You can trust her to be safe
as long as I'm near, can't you?
!, He made an impatient gesture:
: .How, long will that be? He car
e turn you out; you have no defense
He can get you arrested, imprisoned
!, for bigamy, If he chooses. No, he
sha'n't have herr he sha'n't have her
: She's mine, and mean to take hel
! away with me-. a.
: ''You can't do that; how can vol
: think of such thing? What could
: you do for her? Don't you know thai
= he would have you arrested p
Arrested Robert Burnet's eye
/ glittered with a new light Of anger
q Tile wouldn't dare"
: "Oh, yes, he would. He sent fol
= the police to arrest you as a wander
: ing lunatic that night you We're a
It Catherington House. I've learnt
!. from the servants said she, forget
g ting her caution in the terror int
which her words had thrown her.
It For It was to her interest that tn
% o1, c1,n ssaS nd
n knew very we'll THAT If once Rober
pI Burnet were to get. possession Of her
e Beatrice 81 FroyleS would confess tn
d whole truth and move heaven an
d earth to prove her rights.
.o But he insisted; growing ever louder
g ever more violent, commanding he
,r to bring the child sdown1to him, an
threatening, in case she refused,
go upstairs and carry her off himself
'r In vain she persuaded, coaxed, en-
IN treated. She had reused every pas
TO sion every mad fancy that had lai
N dormant in his wrecked mind; an
the more she urged, the more he pei
sisted in claiming what he called an
NJ what he believed to be his rights.
y Beginning by placing a persuasiy
~ hand upon his arm, Rosa soon foun
herself engaged in an actual physic;
q. struggle. with him, he trying to q
ar to the door, she endeavoring with a
1e her strength to hold him back. Louds
~ and louder grew. their voices, he r,
~ ~ iterating his claims, and aftermath
- them with curses upon Lord Cathe
a. q ington, and finally upon herself; 81
weeping, infploring, arguing, threa
ening, but all in vain.
e, At last words failed her altogethe
rd she could only continue the strugg
ne with gasps and tears shocked to di
go cover that in the. state of frenzy Whit
he had by this time reached, her inf
Ut ence was of no avail whatever.
er It'll have her. I'll have my chill
We or TIL kill the wretch who has got h
sst from mel"
he In dull, monptonous voice, he Ike
re on repeating these words, with lit
~, variation and many pauses, and VIII
Ith he tried to free himself from h
use strong hand.
W At last, with a cry Of despair, s
IDS relaxed her hold a little. And, Sc!
INT ing his advantage. he flung her fro
or him so roughly that she fell agar
ad the piano, and thenSson to the fot
al Without another lok oat her, he flu
ou open the door, but fell back
Id amazement on finding himself face
no face with a group of Hsteni
1T? servants. He made a dash for t
ou stairs; but one Of the footmen, recc
ex- ering himself seized him and engag
I'd him in a tussle in which Burnet Wor
~; certainly have got the worst Of 1t
'ou for the interference of the WON
Or servants who so hanpered the fot
man by their well-neant attempts
ers protect him, that the artist was al
lon to make his escape by the front do