The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-10-15

cannot help it.. I will not, cannot, live
without herl Good God, yesl rec
ognize the villainy Of my actions. But
I am mad tonight
wildly about the walls for weapon.
There was not even the usual ofna-
mental dagger.
A window again stirred mysteriously.
A few drops Of rain FLASHED. on the
glass and zigzagged down to the sash.
Sooner or later your daughter must
know. Request her presence. It rests
course Man M must follow M karloff was a ez
traordinarly pale, and his dark eyes,
rejecting the dancing flames, sparkled
like rubiss.
He saw the birth Of horror in the
elders eyes, saw it grow and grow. He
ally ally, but utter no sound. what Sp was i
he saw over his K the count 81 shoulder
and beyonda Instinctively he turned,
and what he saw chilled the heat Of his
blood
There stood the girl, her white dress
marble white against the dark wine Of
the portiere, on edge of which one hand
clutched conyulsively. Was It Medusa g
beauty or her magic that turned
men into stonei Ny recollection is
at fault: At any rate, 50 long as She
remained motionless neither man had
the power to stir. She held herself
perfectly erect; every fiber ii her young
body was tense. Her beauty became
weirdly powerful, m1sked as it was
with horror, doubt, shame and reproach.
She had heard; little or much was Of
no consequence. III the heat OF their
variant passions the men d voices had
risen to q pitch that penetrated beyond
tho room. RI 8 81 gytls.l -f
KarloR was arst To recover and be
took an involuntary step toward her;
but she waved him back disdainfully.
70 not come near me. loathe
note was strained and unmusical.
He WINGED. His face could not have
stung Or burned more holly had she
struck him with her hand.
HMademoiselll -
She ignored him. "Father, what does
"Agony!O The colonel feif back into
his chair, pressing his hands over his
eyes; $50,
cried II IL Karloff, g rage = possessing him.
Judged both the father and the child.
He could force her Into his arms but
he would always carry a burden Of hate.
cit means that this night you stand
in the presence Of a dishonored parent,
man who has squandered your in.
heritance over gambling tables and who,
to recover these misused, sums, has
sold to me the principal fortifcation
plans of his country. That is what it
means, mademoiselle. -
"Father, is this true9'' Her voice
Call %o n 4ovror "a, o1y sc,,o~
loft. "God knows, that it is true
enough. But it rests with you to save
him. Become my wife and yonder fire
shall swallow his dishonor-and mine
Refuse, and shall expose him. After
all, love is primitive state, and with
it we 60 back to the beginning; before
It honor or dishcnor is nothing. To
night there Is nothing, nothing in
the world save my love for you
and the chance that has given me
the power to force you to be
mine: What fury and a tenn
orable man Of the knave, rascal Of the
man Of honor; it has toppled thrones
destroyed nations, obliterated races
WE'LL I have become rascal
Mademoiselle, you must become m,
wife, He lifted his handsome hea'
resolutely.
Without giving him SO much as
glance, she swept past him and sanl
on her knees at her fathers side, tax
Ing his hands by the wrists and press
ing them down from his face.
UFather, tell him he lies! Tell hir
he lies!'' All, the entreaty, the love
the anxiety, the terror that blended he
tonesl
He strove to look away.
Father, you are all I have sh
at me and telf him that he lies!
You will not look at mes God hav
mercy on me, it is true, then!!" sh
rose and spread her arms toward heaye,
to entreat God to witness her despair
1T did not think or know that sue
base things were done. -. Tha
. these loving hands should have helpe
to encompass my fathers dishonor, hi
: degradation! For money
, What is money! You knew, father, tina
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