The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1907-05-02
MAINWARING'S REVENGE
BY EcEN E RExF0RD
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days His moods we're as contradic-
tory as the winds that shifted halt
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 here79 he cried,
presently, wheeling about to face
her.
Il came because couldn't help
coming" she answered. Il saw you
coming this way, and felt compelled
to follow"
Compelled to followi The thought
was one that gratifed the mans pride.
because 1t told Of the extent Of his
influence over her. He was her mas
ter. And how much the mastery Of
such 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 reyelry, came to him, and
his face hardened under 1t.
Answer me one question, and an
swer It honestly, II you can he cried,
in almost brutal hafshness. You
love me-isn't that so?"
She lifted her eyes to his face With
look in them that he had ne er
seen there before The hand tina re
pressed against her breast as il to
still the tumult OF the heart beneath
shook like 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.
4 am glad Of IT," he cried, and his
voice had hard, cruel ring sc IT,
Now you will know what men have
felt when you won their love for the
sport OF it-what poor Grifith Deane
felt when you lured him on to de-
struction, and laughed at him for the
pain it gave him to find out the
truth
Don't you love me?" she cried
Have you deceived me, lied to me?
0, 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 viii love me, can
help it?"
Have you ever tried to keep them
from it?" he asked. ANY woman
can make man understand how far
it is safe to 60, If she viii. Do you
know the pleasure it gives me to
know that I can make you suffer as
your victims have suffered?"
She sank upon the sands. and COW
cred her face with her hands. He
turned to 80. He dared not trust him
self to stay.
20 be merciful" she cried. Hate
the woman was, but have a little
pity for the woman l am. Kiss me
once ~ just oncel-before you 90.
Leave me the memory of that one
kiss to keep for all time to come.
may live to be old-so oldl"
He paused a moment, wavering.
The thought came TO him that the
woman he had waged warfare against
was dead This was another woman.
And she loved himl
20 come back" she cried Come
back long enough to tell me that you
have 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 if he re-
fused to heed it. He dared not face
such a he'll as that would be. And
she loved himl
He strobe to her side, remembering
now only that love was sweet. He
bent down to her and cried as he did
so:
Il have come back! l thought /
was master, but was wrong. Love
Is, Sybil; ! am ready to forget every
thing but this--I love youi l would
give up heaven for you. My darling.
my darlingl"
Then she lifted her face from her
bands and looked at him. And In her
eyes was such a look of wicked tri-
imph as he had never imagined il
possible for a woman to show. II
was like the smile of a serpent
"You love me, do your? she cried.
I thank you for the greatest pleasure
If my life in that confession. Know
his, John Mainwarlng have been
| dupe in spite Of your strong mind
md powerful will. nave made your
leart Ily plaything. | have forced You
Q confess yourself vanquished. OFT
las been rare SPORT"
And again that heartless laugh rang
lcross the sands. To John Mainwar.
ng 1t was the knell Of death to hope.
Dut love, though wounded unto death.
ould not die. That was the bitterest
hought Of all in the hour Of his
liter defeat.
A New Kind Of Douma.