The Washington times., 1906-12-02
CHAPTER III.

Then said l. Woe is me, For 4 have
seen the King. the Lord Of Hosts.
David's servant drove out early upon
the following morning 10 tell him or
a strange woman who had been ask
ing for him in the village: they sent
the man back for a doctor. and Il
was found that the poor creature was
really dead.
They wished to take the body away.
but David would not have II, and so,
late in the afternoon, a grave was dug
by the lake shore near the little cot
tage. and what was left OF Mary was
buried there. David was too exhausted
10 leave the house, and Helen would
not stir from his side, 50 the two sat
In silence until the ceremony was over,
and the men had gone. The servant
went with them, because the girl said
they wished 10 be alone; and then
the house settled down to its usual
ouietness-a quietness that frightened
Helen now
For when she looked at her hus-
band her heart scarcely beat for Fer
terror: he was CHASTITY white, and his
lips were trembling, and though he had
not shed a tear all the day. there was
a look of mouruful despair on his face
that told more feaTfully than any
words how utterly the soul within him
was beaten ans crushed All that day
he had been so. and as Helen remem-
bered the man that had been before 30
strong and eager and brave. her whole
soul stood still with awe; yet as be
fore she could do nothing but cling 10
him. and gaze at him with bursting
heart.
But al last when the hours had
passed and not move had been made.
she asked him family: David, Is
there no hOpe2 Is Il to be Ike this
always
The man raised his eyes and gazed
at her helplessly. Helen he said.
his voice sounding hollow and strange.
what can you ask OF me? How can
j bear to look about me again, how
can I think OF living? Oh, that night
of horror, Helen. It burns nv brain
II tortures my soul-it VIII drive me
mad,' He buried his face in his hands
again. shaking with emotion. on !
cannot forget II" he whispered.
hoarseIv: 1T must haunt me, haunt
me until die. / must know that after
all nv years Of struggle II was this
that 7 made, IL Is that stands for my
Ufe-and Il is over. and gone from me
forever and finished, Oh. God, was
there ever such a horror flashed upon
n guilty soul-ever such ttendlsh tor-
ture for a man TO bear: And Helen
there was a child, too-think how that
thought must goad me-a child or
mine. and / cannot ever aid lit must
suffer for its gaOther's shame. Ana
mini, II VI were a woman. Helen-tnis
madness must go on. and go on Ior-
ever, oh. where am l TO hide me. and
what can I do2''
There came no tears. but only
fearful sobbing; poor Helen Whisper
ed frantically. David. ii was not your
fault. YOU could not help it-surely you
cannot be 20 blame for all this.
He did not answer her. but after
long silence he went on in a deep. low
voice: Helen, she was SO beautiful!
She has lived in my thoughts all these
years as the figure that l used to see
so bright and so happy. l used to
hear her singing in church. and the
music was a kind Of madness TO me,
because / knew that she loved me. And
her home was a little farm house, half
hurled iu great trees. and used to
see her there with her flowers. Now
oh, think OF her nOw-think of her life
of shame and agony-think OF her
turned away from her home. and from
ali she loved in the world-deserted
and scorned and helpIess-think OF her
with child and of the agony OF ser
degradation! What must she not have
suffered to be as she was last night
oh. are there tears enough I'm the
world 70 pay for such curse. for
that twenty years burden OF wretch
edness and sin? And she was beaten
Oh. she was beaten-Mary. my poor
poor Mary! And 10 die in such hor-
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