The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1905-05-31

privilege"
Gas you please! But you shall
not sneer at my husband"
"No? / say, Elizabeth, don't be
angry. do care for old Paul
more perhaps than you think. Be
good, and I'll sing to you when we
get home. What! Paul didn't tell
you | sing? Nasty ofhim, / call il" ("
And, indeed, Elizabeth herself
wondered her husband had not re-
fcrred to it as, an hour later, Bever-
ly's magnetic, compelling tones
brought before her the desert chief
speeding to his rendezvous
| love thee-I love but thee
With a love thaz shall not die
The wind of the desert brushed
her check. AS she listened new,
overwhelming, passionate JOY of
mere living seized her. She was in
explicably free, she and Beverly
| Till the stars are old
And the sun fSrows cold
And the leaves Of the judgment book
unfold!
The word Judgment" shocked
her back to herself. The vision
faded. In it's place Beverly rose
from the piano and came swiftly to-
ward her, his eyes aflame.
Elizabeth stood still. She must
face this man coolly, indifferently.
He must not guess that she, the up
right Elizabeth, longed to crawl
| across the room to him and lay her
head on his shoulder.
"Please go away, Beverly" she
said bravely, locking her hands to-
gether because they wanted so much
to rise to the throb in her throat.
"1ou are not enjoying yourself
here"
s'Let us forget his existence for a
week at least.'
s'sForget!"
"Don't you understand, you love-
ly simpleton?" He slid from the
table and caught her hands in his.
She wrenched them loose, staring
at him with wide, Mortified gaze.
"Don't look at me like that, Eliz-
abeth. You love me. Why deny it
I'm rich, Elizabeth. Leave this
stupid place with me. Let him scold
his parrot and his valet alone"
ooh, you shouldn't have said it;
you shouldn't have said It'll" she
cried in u harsh, strained voice.
'"That was ell I hai-my self re-
spect."
He was SO close now that his
breath warmed her cheek, his exult-
ant personality radiated power. She
grew faint with dread of him, that
abysmal dread which only those we
love have power to create in us.
Then from its spoiled city Of
peace her better self rose blindly.
She could not ask him to leave her.
She had for The moment lost all
power of speech, but she caught q
carved ivory fan from the mantel-
piece and struck him heavily, cruel
ly, across the face q blow that made
him stagger back from her.
Then she found speech.
"You're q coward! He's no
match for you. That's the reason
that I will never wrong him. He
trusted me-and you!o she added,
with exceeding bitterness.
Beverly, wiping blood from his
face, received the blow very strange
sly. His eyes sbone as those Of low
ers 90 who have been granted kiss.
His action was stranger. He tore
the covering from his right shoul-
der, exhibiting j peculiar long red
scar.
Don't you know that, Eliza
beth? And here's the hole where;
/ Hilaire spilled that acid on me-
on YOU stammered Eliza
beth. cob, you are mad r
fsNot mad, you great hearted,
beautiful woman! Oh, Elizabeth,
don't you understand Why, Eliza
beth, you are awfully stupid, dear
est! 1 had no brother. / spoke Of
myself, Of the man I used to be.
And a friend, a common servant,
fairly dragged me into salvation.
I'll never 4 be able to repay him.
Pm Paul Beverly Vandermore.
Dopt stare like that; you frighten
me- Listen, look T. y
He dropped into an armchair, LETT
ting his chest cave inward and his
shoulders slouch with feigned weak
ness, while he said lin inpatient
querulous tones 5.sI|s5s5
i've me my drops and gol The
scarriage has been Il waiting this.
hour. !, 3
The TRANSIT ormation was perfect.
Eliza beth, half wooning, threw her.
self into her usband' eager arms.
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