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and that | ought, as the poor Empress
Of Germany said to suffer without com
planning"
No, Dolph; think you complain
very little and face the music first.
rate"
Thanks. try to most times, and |
could succeed better than / do II
were always alone but sometimes"
He sighed bitterly. why Is 1t that
the world Is so false, Yorke? Are
there no honest men besides you and
Grey and half dozen others | could
mention? And are there no honest
women at all?"
Yorke Auchester raised his brow5
and laughed.
whats wrong with the women? p
he said
Everything Is wrong with them,
Yorke. You know, or perhaps you 10
not know, how esteem, reverence re.
spect woman-perhaps because |
dare not love them"
"if all the men felt as you do
about women there would be no bad
ones in the world Dolph."
"'fo me there IL something sacred In
the very word, My heart expands,
grows warmer, In tho presence of II
good woman. cannot loo. al \
beautiful girl without thinking
Don't misunderstood me, Yorke"
No, old chap"
II love- reverence them, And yet
they have made me fly from London
have caused me to vow almost that
will never go back-that will hide
my weary days"
why, Dolph-"
Listen. Look at me, Yorke Oh!
It IL unnecessary YoW know what
ana thing for women to pity, to
shudder at, not to love. And yet,
he hid his fnce-"some Of them have
tried to persuade me that IL could
inspire young girl with love; that |
lob, think OF It, Yorke!---that
hal only to offer myself as husband
to the most beautiful, the fairest
straightest queenliest of them to be
accepted"
Yorke Auchestor leaned over him
"YoW take these things too seriously,
noIph, lt's the way of the world, and
YOU cant better It; you must take It
us It comes"
"rhe way of the worli--that girl
young, beautiful, graceful should be
sold by her mother and fathor-should
be willing to sell hersolf-ah, Yorke.
10 n thing like mel Is that the way
Of the word2 What wretched heart
less vicious world, then, and what an
unhappy wretch am !! What fools
they are too, Yorko! They think Il 30
fine thing to wenr ducnl coronct!
Hn! hal" he laughed with sad bitter
ness so fine That thoy would barter
their souls TO the evil one to feel the
pressure of that same coronet on Their
hrows-to have other women CNll
them Your grace!' oh, Yorkc, what
FOOLS How | could open their eyes,
If they would let me! Look at me! |
am the Duke of Rothbury Knight or
the Garter--poor sutherland he
looked AZ his tam legs-"and what
else? | almost forget some of my
titles, and world swap them all for
n straight back and stalwart limbs
like yours! but TO share those titles
how many women would let mo limp
to the altar on their arms," He
laughed again still more bitterly,
Sometimes. when some sweet-faCon
girl with the look Of an angel In her
eyes, with voice like heavenly
harmony, Is making what they call n
dead set time have hard work to re,
strain myself from telling her what
think of her and those who set her at
me, Yorle, II Is this part or the bust,
ncss which makes my life almost I'm.
endurable, and 1t Is only by running
away from every one who knows or
who has heard OF the poor Duke or
Rothhury that can put up with ex-
lstence"
Poor old chap" murmurcu lorl
huchester.
Just now, MS we drove up to tho
door, caught sight OF n beautiful
girl ut the window opposite. saw
her face grow soft with pity. with the
augenc pity of woman which,
though II stings and cuts into me like
stroke from whip try to be CRATE
ful for. She pitied me- not KNOWING
who and what am Tell her that :
nm the Duke of Rothbury. and In Ave
minutes or less that angelic look OF
compassion will be exchanged for the
one which you see on the face Of the
hunter as his prey comes within sight.
She will think. he Is ugly. crooked,
manned for life. hlrt he is man and
| can therefore marry HIM; he Is n
duke and should he n duchess; and
so like mortal poison like some
plague blight the soul Of the best
and purest. listen to her now--that
Is the girl singing, What Is It? can
hear the words"
He held up his hand Leslie was
singing quite unconscious to the two
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