Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1905-03-25

so long awaited. The Wheel OF Lie,
by Dorothy Porter good God, are you
going to faint, Dorothy?
She had turned so pale that he caught
her ON his arm, fearing she would lall.
In moment she attempted to give MIN
reassuring smile,
ITS nothing, only the shock OF sur
prjse; see have worked on 1t so long
Everard felt a moments vague doubt
that her halting explanation was made
cuate. but he pushed the thought aside
Indignantly telling himself that she was
always sincere.
But do not understand, Jack, how
you got this, Dorothy continued, hur-
redly. My publishers said that 1t would
not appear until February, and this is
November"
well, it won't virtually be out unit!
then, this is merely sample copy sent
TO the bookseller found it at Grey S and
asked him to let me bring II up to show
to you. Aren't you going TO open 1t?
Give it to me.
She was turning it over in her hands |
and gazing at it curiously. lie TOOK IT |
from her eagerly cut the cord and tore
off the covers,
Isn't it exquisitely gotten up; per-
feet triumph for the bookmakers! BY
love, the Roycrofters themselves could
not design finer edition.
His extravagant praise covered her
singular silence.
81 like this verse from Browning,
said he, reading it aloud from the fly leaf,
your title haunted me- thought was
more familiar with Rabbi Ben Ezra.
| He sat down and turned to the first chap
| ter
Don't read it tonight Jack, said the
girl in a repressed voice.
ooh. | must just glance over It, you
have kept the motif so secret, now, when
II lies in my grasp, can no longer re-
strain my curiosity. don't believe II!
he half as excited when my wonderful
novel Hidden Flames appears, have
actually got it under way, Dorothy;
written a couple of chapters which III
bring up and read to you. I'm not Dlt
secretive like some people know; you
are as familiar with my forthcoming
novel as am myself.
His eyes fastened on the book he was
unconscious of her ghostly pallor. she
walked to the window and leaned far out
for breath Of air.
"Will you not come and look over it
with me, darling? Authors never tire of
reading themselves in print.
His voice seemed to come to her from
great distance. There was long pause
and then she was reused to the necessl-
tv of saying something by his exclaim-
ing:
Dorothy"
81 am not we'll, Jack, have head
ache" she managed to murmur
With lover-lke solicitude he FASTENED
to her side.
"You are as pale as a lily. VIII you
lie down on the lounge or shall go and
leave yon alone?'
"As well now as any other time, she
muttered, to his bewilderment'
What. dear?"
Nothing. No, you needn't go III
, stay here by the window.
!, He drew an easy char close 10 tne
easement and fetched a cushion FOR her
head before returning to the book, lie
read the first few pages in pleasurable
, excitement, and then disagreeable suS-
/ picion took possession of him, as he hur'
. riedly skinned the leaves his face as
sumed an expression of ncredulous nor
2 ror. his brows contracted In nerce
J frown. and his brown skin turned to
paler shade. his mouth settled into lines
? of pain. He was unconscious oil inc
lapse of time; his eyes were not lliteo
until he had scanned the last page and
then he found Dorothy was regarding
:, him in fascinated terrified manner Ht
laughed harshly and the girl shiVered al
/. The sound. She rose and came unsteady
i toward him.
Il found your novel absorbingly inter
estng said he, ironically
+. "Oh hush," she cried, sinking into
i chair opposite and close to his.
d Il have no excuse-not the slightest
# After you told me your plot 1t took holt
# of me so violently couldn't get 1t ou
$ of my head. At first thought woulC
9 Just see what could make of it withou
the slightest idea of publication. | in
tended telling you about it and fancied
s would be great fun to compare our tales
st but you postponed writing yours, AM
II when mine was completed couldn't re
h sist the temptation TO send 1t to the pun
e. fishing house and see what other
5 thought of it; even then did not meal
Il u to let it appear, but when letter OF ac
! ceptance came I-I-yielded.
g. Everard let her fater through her lon
le speech without interruption. Now he pu
a question.
" "How did you think that would TAX
i. it?"
n 81 thought that you loved me enoug
TO forgive me-