The Yale expositor., 1907-04-12

strange thoughts for company nova
days. His moods we're as contradic-
tory as the winds that shifted half
a dozen times a day. He was an
enigma to himself.
Suddenly he felt the presence OF
another. Without looking about, he
knew that Sybil Leith was near him,
What brought you here?" he cried,
presently, wheeling about To face
her.
II came because couldn't help
coming" she answered. Il saw you
coming this way, and felt compelled
to follow"
Compelled to follow! The thought
was one that gratified the mans pride.
because ii told of the extent of his
influence over her. He was her mas
ter. And how much the mastery of
such a woman meant. The thought
sent the blood tingling to his finger
tips.
A swift thought OF Griffith Deane,
as he had seen him last, trying to
stupefy the ache of his heart in bout
of drunken revelry, came to him, and
his face hardened under it.
Answer me one question, and an
swer it honestly, il you can" he cried,
I'm almost brutal harshness. You
love me-isn't that so?"
She lifted her eyes to his face with
a look in them that he had never
seen there before. The hand that she
pressed against her breast as IL TO
still the tumult OF the heart beneath
shook like a leaf in the wind. She
seemed trying to speak. but no words
came. But in her face. and in every
gesture he thought he read admission
of the truth. She did love him!
Il am glad of it," he cried and his
voice had a hard. cruel ring in IL.
Now you will know what men have
felt when you won their love for the
sport of it-what poor Griffith Deane
felt when you lured him on to de-
struction, and laughed at him for the
pain 1t gave him to find out the
truth"
Don't you love me?" she cried
Have you deceived me, lied to me?
o, the shame of it! And you mani"
Her voice had a ring of scorn in it,
Then the momentary anger died out
of her face. and she covered abjectly
before him. Have pity, have PITY
| she cried IF men will love me. can
| help it?"
Have you ever tried to keep them
from it?' he asked. ANY woman
10 md hnx fa~
it is safe to go. II she will. Do you
know the pleasure It gives me to
know that l can maze you suffer as
your victims have suffered"
She sank upon the sands, and GOV.
cred her face with her hands. He
turned TO go. He dared not trust him.
self to stay.
20 be merciful!" she cried. Hate
the woman l was. but have a little
pity for the woman | am. Kiss me
once - just once!-before you go.
Leave me the memory OF that one
kiss to keep for all time TO come.
may live to be old-so old"
He paused moment, wavering.
The thought came to him that the
woman he had waged warfare against
was dead. This was another woman.
And she loved him!
20 come back" she cried Come
back long enough to tell me that you
have a little pity for me. viii not
the thought OF what have lost, in los
ing you. be punishment enough to sat.
isfy you? Come backbone back"
In that moment there came to Main.
waring a thought OF the future.
Through all eternity he would hear
that cry ringing in his ears IL he re-
fused to heed it, He dared not face
such hell as that would be. And
she loved him.
He strobe to her side, remembering
now only that love was sweet He
bent down to her and cried as he did
so:
II have come back thought
was master, but | was wrong. Love
is. Sybil; | am ready to forget every
thing but this love you! would
give up heaven for you. My darling
my darling!"
Then she lifted her face from her
hands and looked at him. And in her
eyes was such look of wicked tri
umph as he had never imagined II
possible for a woman to show. II
was like the smile Of serpent
'You love me. do YOU" she cried
IL thank you for the greatest pleasure
of my life in that confession. Know
this, John Mainwaring-you have been
a dupe in spite OF your strong mind
and powerful will. | nave made your
heart my plaything. | have forced you
to confess yourself vanquished o, n
has been rare SPORT"
And again that heartless laugh rams
across the sands. To John Mainwar
ing IL was the knell of death to hope
but love. though wounded unto death
could not die. That was the bitteresi
thought of all i'm the hour OF his
utter defeat.
A New Kind Of Doums.
The other night at performance o.