The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1906-05-20
CHAPTER vI11.-Continued.

WA FL Sfe went uulChl1 Ny w iiA'ilt .o1uso '''
* In her arms,
Il .,Rpbcrtw she said, poor boy, tho cnd
has come to It oil. knew II must como
4 some day We'll, we have not been happy.
Az Iwonder II YOU have been happy no
sf I don't think SO. But, now, Robert, you
have Inc to comfort you with my love
once more, my roor Robert--oncc more,
as iii the old, simple days, when we were
young" .g
5, Sic led him to couch
He trembled violently. His decision OF
movement seemed to have gone. HIS
Z purpose Of Hight had for the moment be-
come obscure.
And now into this mans heart came
a ,elnorse and regret SO awful, Il renllZa-
ton so sudden and strong, SO instinct
with pain for which there Is no name.
that everything before his eyes tufheu
II to burning fire.
The flames Of his agony burnt up the
wells which had for SO long obscured the
truth. They sllYivelled and vanished
TOO late, too late he knew what he
lad lost.
The last agony wrenched his brain
around ngain to another and more ter
4 rible contemplation.
HIS thoughts were In other and outside
hands, which pulled his brain IRON, one
scene to another, us maj, moves the
eve Of tho camera obscutsl to- different
Y fields of view. riS
Incredible as 1t may seem, for the
first time Llwcllyn realized what he had
done-realized, that Is, In its entirety the
whole horror and consequences OF That
action Of his which WIS TO XIII him now
lie had not been able to soc tho niaynl-
tudc and extent OF his crime before
either at the time when 1t was proposed
10 him, except ut the first moment OF
speech or after its cOmmittul l'.s
gs His brain and temperament had Deer
wrapped around In the hideous fact OF
sensunlity, which dcadens and destroys
q sensation.
And now with his wifes thin arms
around him, her withcred cheek pressed
to his, her words OF glad love- martyr
swan song in his ears, he saw, knew and
y understood. r
Through the terror OF his thoughts her
words began to penetrate.
E.I know, Robert-husband. know.
The end is here. But what has hap
penedg Tell mo everything, that may
comfort you the more. Tell me-, ROBERT
d for the dear Christ's sake!
@ At those words the man stlffened
q ''For tho dear Christs sake!
Suddenly, In the disorder and tumult
of his tortured brain, came, quite fool
ishly and inconsequenuy, quotation
from an old French romancc--full OF
q satire and the keen cynicism Of u period
I which he had been reading:
Tres volontiers repartt lie demon.
vous Amez les tubleaux changeans;
Fe veux vous CONTENDER.
s Yes. the devil who Is torturing him
~ now had shown him many moving as
,ccts Of life Les tabeaux changeans!
8 But now, at last, here was the worst
1r,rnGnt of all.
9 .'tor tho dear Christ's sake, tell me,
Robert
How could he tell this?
This was his last moment Of peace,
his last chance Of any help or hope.
0 III. had begun to cling to her, to min
gle foolish tears with hers--the while
his fired brain ranged all the halls Of
& agony.
For If he told her-thls gentle Christian
lady, to whom he had been so, unktnd-
then she would never touch him more.
The last hours--there was but little
time remaining-would be alone. Alone!
This new revelation, that her love was
still his. wonder. of mysteries! this came
at the last moments to aid him.
last grace before the running water
closed over him. Was he to give this
If up?
The thought lay like wounded bird
= in his brain. 1t crept about 1t like some
paralysed thing. Not yet dead, but in
active Though he knew how terribly
the moments called to him, yet he could
s. not act
The myriad agonics he was enduring
now. agonics so various and great that
he knew Hell had none greater. these,
even these were allevIatcd by the wonder
M of his wife's love.
M The terrible remorse that was knock
Ing at his heart could not undo that.
He chung to her
Tell ME allNtlbout ,At. Robert. l Will
forgive you,'.' Whatever you have done,
! have long ago forgiven eerythIng In
my heart. There are only the words to
say"
She rested her worn, tired head on his
shoulders. The sunbeam gave 1t glory.
Again the man must suffer u terrible
agony She had asked him to tell her
all his trouble In a voice OF full OF gem
tic pleading.
Whose voice did her voice recall to him;
what fatal hour? a coarser voice, a
richer voice, trembling, so he had thought,
with love for him.
'Tell me everything, Bob 1t was
Gertrude's voice.
The day OF his undoing! The day when
his horrld secret was wrcstcd from him
by the levers Of his own passions The
day which had brought him TO this. Finis
coronat opus
But the agony within him was the
agony OF contrast.
4 The great fires round his soul had burnt
his lust away. There was no more regret
or longing for the evil past, All the
Joys Of a sensational life seemed as II
they had never been, Now the pain
was the pain of man, not who knows
the worst too soon, but who knows the
best 100 late!
a vivid picture. a succession OF thoughts
following each other with such knctit
sw!stness that they became welded II
one single picture, as one may sec cas-
landscape OF wood and torrent cham
paign and forest, In one fash OF I'M
/. :. .slorm sword, came 10 him now,
NAnd, n, last, he saw himself seated
great table In noble room. Iher'
were soft lights. Silver and flowers were
there. Round the board sat many mel
and women on their faces was m
calm triumph of those who had succeeded