Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-14

ly. What was 1t taat had drawn and held
him In the old days? She gazed back at
him. asking herself the same question. a
little fiutter of the eyelids. slight culver
OF the lip betrayed that in her, at least
emotion was not all dead. He saw, and
she knew that he saw, and hated herself
and him
What do you mean to do?" she asked
What can / do, without your co-opera-
tom he returned. II could take a house:
my income has increased sufficiently to
warrant that. now
Stay here?'' she exclaimed "Never,
What would you have do, desert
these people. discontinue my work."
Your work, your work. forever your
work.! she interposed. A house of cards
/ could blow 1t down with breath"
She blew, as If upon the structure she de-
scribed, and there was a malevolent look
in her eyes as ii she saw it tumble.
Would you do that?" he asked.
81 would. she answered. See here.
Clement Vaughan we may we'll come to
the point. If you'll go back to England
with me, III let bygones be bygones. If
you won't She paused and looked him
over from the masses of dark hair through
of their 'sweet-hearting TO the sensitive
lips her own lips had pressed, and spasm
of womanly feeling wrung her. "ciem,
she whispered, go back with met
Go back. and leave the little church,
the little flock, the stir, the struggle. the
conquest? Go back to SNUG, comfortable,
effortlesS, irksome existence? l can't Della,
l can't" he said piteously. You viii like
it here; every one does, after while.
Il shouldn't, she said coldiy. And he
knew that she spoke the truth.
And you wouldn't like 1t, If l was here
with you." she added, This, alas, was also
true. The chatting. the complaint the lack
of sympathy, the outward rebellion. he
could foresee them; he knew Della, knew
what she would do
II know why you won't go, she said, in
a hard. rasping voice TITS because of that
woman; you won't leave her. I'll tell you
one thing, Clement Vaughan. II l don't
have You. I'll spoil YOU for any else.
Tell that friend of yours l said SO. | prom
ised him l wouldn't say anything till I'd
seen you. That's off, nowi" She arose and
lifted the child to her shoulder.
Pleased at the escape from what had
been to him most embarrassing interview.
and hungry for his dinner. the little fellow
stretched out his thin, white hand in token
OF farewell. 'By-by.' he called shrilly.
by -byl'
Vaughan watched them mechanically as
the door opened and closed upon them
his wife and child, his wife and child!
He found his way back to the study and
sat there. drained of all strength and con-
ffdence, as he had been before, by this same
influence That was why he had shirked
it! Was this not an excuse, palliation?
And the other-it crept softly back upon
him; the Jingle of the senses. the rapture
of communion With them came the con-
viction of wrong, and, to his horror and sur
prise intensified the charm. For the first
time, the thought of Katharine Chisholm. of
her. the bright shining one, was-a tenipta-
tom
He turned from side to side, like wild
thing caught in a snare. The life into
which he was born. the habits of austerity.
of remuneration, of sacrifice. to which he
had been trained. which he had voluntarily
assumed. strove with that other inheritance
of an earlier generation, the abandon, the
deErium.
20 Cod" he cried; but 1t was as Lucifer
might have cried, in vain, rebellious pro-
test
Did they feel like this the men whom he