The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1905-11-03

vile softly. ut almost has the power
to send a sorrow to sleep"
This time she answered him, posi-
bly, because he had not looked at her.
"Such never Sleep" she said.
"Do you know that, too?" he asked
not in a tone that wanted reply.
She made no answer.
II am sorry" he went on. For me
it is different. / am q man. l have
mans work to do. | can occupy my
SELF with ambition. At all events, l
have a mans privilege of nursing re-
venge."
He saw her eyes light up, her breast
heave with a sudden sigh. Som ething
like a smile wavered for a moment be-
meath his waXed mustache.
Catrina's fingers, supple and strong,
struck in great chords the air of a
gloomy march from the half forgotten
muse of some monastic composer.
"a mans privileges" he repeated
musingly.
Need it be such?" she asked.
For the first time his eyes met hers.
Not necessarily" he answered. And
her eyes dropped before his narrow
gaze.
De ChauXville did not speak again
for some minutes. He sat back in his
chair, leaning his forehead ON his hand
while he peeped through his slim fin
gers. He could almost read the girls
thoughts as she put them into music.
''She does not hate him yet" he was
rejecting. But she needs only to see
him with Eta a few times, and she
will come to it."
Catrina was an easy tool in the hands
of such rs Claude de ChauXville, for he
had dealt with women and that which
is evil in women all his life, and the
only mistakes he yer made were those
characteristic errors of omission at
taching to a persistent ignorance Of
the innate good in human nature.
Absorbed as she was in her great
grief, Catrina was in no mood to seek
for motives, to split a moral straw.
She only knew that this man seemed
" ulluCIoldHu ucl DIS IO Olc Ddu ever
understood her.
The moment had been propitious, and
Claude de Chauxville, with true Gallo
insight, had seized it. Her heart was
sore and lonely, almost breaking, and
she was without the worldly wisdom
which tells us that such hearts must
at all costs be hidden from the world.
In the solitude of her life Catrina
Lanovitch had conceived a great love,
a passion, such as a few only are capa-
of attaining, be it for veal or woe.
She had seen this love ignored, walked
underfOot, by its object with a grave
which took her breath
away when she thought of it. 1t was !.
all in all to her; to him it was nothing.
Her philosophy vas simple. She could
not sit still and endure. At this time
it seemed unbearable. She must turn
and rend some one, she did not know
whom, but some one must suffer. 1t
was in this that Claude de Chauxville
proposed to assist her.
at is preposterous that people should
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he said, intent on his noble purpose.
Catrina's eyelids fickered, but she
made no answer.
The arrogance of those who have all
hat they desire is insupportable," the
Frenchman went on in his favorite,
loncommitting, epigrammatic way.
Catrina-a second Eve-glanced at
him, and her silence gave him permits
ion to go on.
II would be pitiless to all such men,"
aid De ChauXville. '"They deserve no
'ity, for they have shown none. The
nan who deceives a woman is worthy
f"-
He lever finished the sentence. Her
.eep, passionate eyes met his. Her
lands came down with one final crash
n the chords. She rose and crossed
he room.
Mother" she said, SHALL 1 ring for
When the countess awoke, De Chaux-
lille was turning over some sheets of
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